vikan 5. júlí 2004 - 11. júlí 2004
» Don't Rain On My Parade - Bobby Darin «
Hey world, here I am!
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun is a ball of butter
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'm gonna march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
Hey, at least I didn't fake it,
The hat, sir
So what, I didn't make it
But whether I'm a rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder on the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once,
Right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
So 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 gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love,
'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer
Nobody,
I said nobody,
Nobody, had better rain on my parade!