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