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Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter |
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Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter |
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Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade |
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Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to |
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If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you |
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Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade |
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I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum |
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And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir |
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At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir |
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I guess I didn't make it |
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But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection |
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A freckle on the nose of life's complexion |
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The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye |
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I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, |
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Only can die once, right, sir? |
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Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see, |
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I gotta have my bite, sir. |
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Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer" |
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I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer |
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Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade, |
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I'm gonna live and live NOW! |
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Get what I want, I know how! |
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One roll for the whole shebang! |
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One throw that bell will go clang, |
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Eye on the target and wham, |
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One shot, one gun shot and bam! |
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Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ... |
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I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum, |
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And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir, |
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At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir, |
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I guess I didn't make it |
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Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer" |
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I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer |
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Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade! |
