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Don't Rain On My Parade


JUDY: (spoken) This next song is a song that's impossible to learn. And I haven't, I haven't. It's really agony! Gee, I'm trying to learn new songs, which is a big mistake. I should stick with all the old ones. But I'll try some new ones, and if I fade out, while you come in. Alright? Hmm.
LIZA: (spoken) Okay.
JUDY: (spoken) They can just vamp, they can just vamp while I, well, I tried to explain this is a very exciting night for me. Naturally, naturally. I'm back home, and Liza's here with me, and I think that's quite marvelous. And I don't know ONE WORD of the next song. And it's really a tongue twister. So, if I fail...you won't help me.
LIZA: (spoken) You won't fail!
JUDY: (spoken) Should I try? You think we'll make it?
LIZA: (spoken) I don't know--
JUDY: (spoken) Let's try it, go!

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
Don't tell me rarara not 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 shining apple of his eye

Hey, I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right sir?
Oooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir

Get ready for me love
Cos 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'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot, and BAM!

LIZA: (spoken) Oh good! That was good!
JUDY: (spoken) Yeah, I made it til then!

Hey mister Pollick, 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
Cos I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no nobody is gonna rain on my parade


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