Get ready for my love

Cause im a "comer"
I simmple got to 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?
Oh life is juicy juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite sir!

But whether Im the rose

of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder of this shinny apple of it's eye

I'll march my band out

Ill 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 did't make it

Don't tell me not to fly

I simple got to
If someone takes a spill is me and not you
Who told you
You're allowed to rain on my parade

Don't tell me how to live
just sin and putta
Life's candy
and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
to rain on my parade

Life is juicy juicy and you see I gotta have my bite sir !