Barbra Streisand: Don't Rain On My Parade
aus dem Album: Just For The Record...
Songtext:
At the end of the baltimore run, fanny's train is leaving to go on to to chicago, Klebefolie KFZ While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe. nick tells Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune Before he does. on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour and Follow nick to new york. eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out Of it. ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she has Success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well. eddie tries Bastelanleitung Engel To advise her one more time, "don't", and she replies:
Don't tell me not to live, Just sit and putter, Life's candy and the sun's A ball of butter. Düsseldorf Immobilien 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. Visitenkarten Druck 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. Immobutler 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, Donna Carolina The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye, I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, love is juicy, Juicy, and you see pension kitzbühel I gotta have my bite, sir! Get ready for me, love, 'cause i'm a "comer," I simply gotta march, My heart's a drummer. Don't bring around a cloud Leverkusen Immobilien 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, Immobilien Jüchen Eye on the target--and wham-- One shot, one gun shot, and bam-- Hey, mister arnstein, here i am! I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum, And if i'm fanned out, Hausverwaltung Bonn 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 "comer," I simply gotta march, My heart's a drummer. Nobody, no, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade!
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