Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am
One roll for the whole she-bang
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I'm gonna live and live now
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum
Eye on the target and wham
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
Only can die once, right, sir?
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna have my bite, sir
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you'll see
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I guess, I didn't make it but whether
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
One shot, one gun shot, and bam
Guess I didn't make it
At least I didn't fake it hat, sir
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
One throw, that bell will go clang
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
Get what I want, I know how
I'm the rose of sheer perfection
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
