Barbra Streisand — Don’t Rain on My Parade Reprise

I'll march my band out I’ll beat my drum Guess we didn't make it At least I didn't fake it Don’t tell me not to live Just sit and putter Life's candy; the sun's A ball of butter Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade I'm gonna live and live now Get what I want I know how All that the law will allow Hey, gorgeous, here we go again Well, here it goes, kid No lookin' back Stiff upper nose, kid Let's give 'em hell, Brice We’ll cry a little later Well, Brice, that’s life in the the-a-ter! Get ready for me, world 'Cause I’m a "comer," I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade