Текст песни Don't Rain on My Parade - Live 2016 - Barbra Streisand

Going back to the younger Fanny
Before she married Nicky
Boy, was she in love with him
But everybody told her, even her family
Her friends, her girlfriends, you know
That he was undependable, he was a gambler, he was a womaniser
Did you ever think about what it meant to Nick?
I cannot believe it
Stop it! Don't tell me

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 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 comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
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
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am

Oh no, no, no, no
The ship has sailed? No, it can't be
No
My lucky number, twenty-four!
Yeah

I'll march my band out, I 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 comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no nobody, is gonna rain on my parade
You bet your ass

Thank you, thank you