Текст песни Don't Rain On My Parade (Reprise) - Barbra Streisand

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 theater
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