Good times and bum times, I`ve seen them all and, my dear,
I`m still here!
Gold statue sometimes,
Sometimes a kick-in-the-rear, but I`m here
Now one day you`re hailed for blazing trails
Next you`re nailed for fingernails
Either they cheer or they jeer, but I`m here
I`ve heard them say song writing, acting, producing,
What makes her think that she can? Or better yet song writing, acting, producing
What does she think, she`s a man?
One day a Tony, Tuesday you`re top of the Bill
So I`m here!
Wednesday you`re phony, Thursday you`re over the hill
But I`m here!
Now I`ve kept my clothes and kept me space
I`ve kept my nose to spite my face
Still once you say you won`t
Keep your place loud and clear
Once you announce you`re directing all you hear is...
Everybody says don`t, everybody says don`t
Everybody says don`t, it isn`t right!
Don`t, it isn`t nice!
Everybody says don`t, everybody says...
Don`t tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life`s candy and the sun`s a ball of butter,
Don`t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.
Don`t tell me not to fly, I`ve simply got to, If someone takes a spill,
it`s me and not you,
Who told you you`re allowed to rain on my parade
I`ll march my band out, I`ll beat my drum,
And if I`m fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn`t fake it, hat, sir,
I guess I didn`t make it
Get ready for me love, `cause I`m a-comin`
I simply gotta march, my heart`s a-drummin`
Don`t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade,
I`m gonna live and live NOW! -acapo