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Don't on my Parade
by Bob Merrill and Jules
Don't me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, me and not you.
bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to live, sit and putter.
Life's and the sun's a ball of butter.
Who told you you're allowed to on my parade.
I'll march my band out! I'll beat my drum!
And if I'm fanned out, turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir. I guess I didn't it
But whether I'm the of sheer perfection,
Or a freckle on the of life's complexion,
The Cinderella or the shiny apple of eye.
I fly once. I gotta try once.
can die once. Right, sir?
Ooh is juicy. Juicy and you see
I gotta my bite, sir.
Get for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.
I'm live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I how!
All the law will allow!
One roll for the shebang!
One throw, that bell go clang!
I'm alone I'm a gang! Eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ornstein, I am!

Get ready for me life, I'm a 'comer'
I simply gotta march, my a drummer.
Nobody, No nobody is gonna on my parade!