Uhh
I'm going to sing Don’t Rain On My Parade, uhm
It's more I'm an alto and it’s more a mezo-soprano
Um
Everybody who isn't in band doesn't now what I'm talking about
(I don't either) Yeah
(We can't do the whole song, just saying) Yeah
So if I crack on some of the notes, That's not my fault it's the songs um
(Laughter)

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 paraaaDDDDEEeEe

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 EYEeEeE

I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, siIRrr?
Ooh, life is juicY
JuicY, and you see
I gotta have my bite, siIRrr