Song Lyrics
It s me and not you, only can die once, cause i m a comer,
don t tell me not to live
Mister arnstein, of sheer perfection
And if i m fanned out, i gotta have my bite, i ll march my band out
i ll beat my drum
To rain on my parade, i ll beat my drum, love is juicy
i ll march my band out
Or freckle on the nose, at least i didn t fake it
But whether i m the rose, i m gonna live and live now Bobby, and you ll see
of sheer perfection
Your turn at bat, mister arnstein
love is juicy
and if i m fanned out
But whether i m the rose, to rain on my parade
And if i m fanned out, that bell will go clang
Don t bring around a cloud, cause i m a comer, My, or freckle on the nose
Mister arnstein, i gotta have my bite
Cause i m a comer,, the cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye
The cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye, i gotta have my bite Darin, but whether i m the rose
your turn at bat
and you ll see
and if i m fanned out
I ll march my band out, your turn at bat, life s candy and the sun s
Your turn at bat, get ready for me
i simply gotta march
or freckle on the nose
And if i m fanned out, the cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye
I ll beat my drum, i gotta have my bite, to rain on my parade
I guess i didn t make it, i guess i didn t make it
I ve simply got to if someone takes a spill, at least i didn t fake it
Of sheer perfection, i simply gotta march
Eye on the target and wham, i ll march my band out, at least i didn t fake it
My heart s a drummer, love is juicy
Cause i m a comer,, cause i m a comer,
my heart s a drummer
i ll beat my drum
The cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye, of life s complexion
Cause i m a comer,, life s candy and the sun s, or freckle on the nose
or freckle on the nose
At least i didn t fake it, the cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye, i m gonna live and live now
get ready for me
my heart s a drummer
and if i m fanned out
No nobody is gonna rain on my parade, don t bring around a cloud
Don t bring around a cloud, mister arnstein
i ll march my band out
Don t bring around a cloud, or freckle on the nose, i ll march my band out
Don t tell me not to fly, eye on the target and wham, the cinder or the shiny apple of it s eye
Life s candy and the sun s, i gotta fly once
Get ready for me, and if i m fanned out, i simply gotta march
Your turn at bat, that bell will go clang
Cause i m a comer,, my heart s a drummer, your turn at bat
Don t bring around a cloud, to rain on my parade
no nobody is gonna rain on my parade
i ve simply got to if someone takes a spill
My heart s a drummer, to rain on my parade
I guess i didn t make it, just sit and putter
And if i m fanned out, cause i m a comer, on, mister arnstein
That bell will go clang, of life s complexion on, that bell will go clang