Good times and bum times,
I've seen them all and, my dear, I'm still here!
Gold statue sometimes,
Sometimes a kick-in-the-rear, but I'm here
One day you're hailed for blazing trails
Next you're nailed for fingernails
Either they cheer or they jeer, but I'm here
I've sung in choirs, I've sung in cellars and bars, and I'm here!
Clubs full of buyers, fancy saloons full of stars, and I'd hear...
“Don't tell me she designed those clothes, even the needy don't need those. If she won't cap her teeth, she should cap her nose, never fear...
She'll disappear in a year,” — But I'm here!
They used to say "talent she's got but those screeches, sounds like her throat’s in a sling!"
And now they say, "Talent she's got but those speeches, Why can't she shut up and sing?!
One day a Tony, Tuesday you're top of the Bill
So I'm here!
Wednesday you're phony, Thursday you're over the hill
But I'm here!
Then comes the curse of exposees
And, even worse, of overpraise
Can’t let the hisses of kisses into fear
Who believes critics? I do!
But I’m here!
I've heard them say song writing, acting, producing,
What makes her think that she can?
Or better yet song writing, acting, producing
What does she think, she's a man?
I’ve been through show tours
I’ve been through funk and it stunk
But I’m here!
Hit songs wih no tunes
Heay duets with a hunk
Is he here?
Now I've kept my clothes and kept my space
I've kept my nose to spite my face
Still once you say you won't
Keep your place loud and clear
Once you announce you're directing all you hear is...
Everybody says don't, everybody says don't
Everybody says don't, it isn't right!
Don't, it isn't nice!
Everybody says don't, everybody says don’t
Everybody says don’t walk on the grass
Don’t disturb the peace
Don’t skate on the ice
Well I say do, I say,
Walk on the grass it was meant to feel
I say sail tilt to the windmill
And if you fail you fail!
Everybody says “No! Stop!”
Musn't rock the boat
Musn't touch a thing
Everybody says...
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
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a-comin'
I simply gotta march, my heart's a-drummin'
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 gun shot and bam!
Hey, look at me world, 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 life, 'cause I'm a-comin'
I simply gotta march, my heart's a-drummin'
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!
