don't rain on my parade

as i sat home watching glee one night i watched as leah michelle sang don't rain on my parade from the musical funny girl....as she sang i began to get goosebumps all over my body, and i knew at that moment that this was my song. all throughout my life i had been told i wasn't good enough, not talented enough, not smart enough and should just give up on what i loved most....singing. now i don't claim to be the best, i quite actually just think i'm your average singer. i never did get the solos or the leads but that never stopped me. i worked and i worked really hard. don't get me wrong i still have a lot of insecurities about myself and as much as i try and hide them they are still there. but this is my anthem, and yours. to those people who told you that you would never make it, this is your song to them. so don't get discouraged or fake it, be strong and don't ever give up. why? because nobody's gonna rain on my parade! 


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've 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! 


but whether i'm the rose 
of sheer perfection
or freckle on the nose
of life's complexion,
the cinder or the shiny apple of it's eye.


i gotta fly once,
i gotta try once,
only can die once, right, sir?
ooh, life is juicy,
juicy, and you see 
I gotta have my bite, sir!


Get ready for me, love,
cause i'm a comma,
i've simply gotta march
my hearts 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 show band,
one throw that bell will go clang.
eye on the target and wham
one shot, one gun shot, and BAM


Hey, Mister Armstein,
Here I am!!!


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 comma 
i've simply gotta march,
my heart's a drummer.
nobody, no, nobody
is gonna rain on my parade!!!