I'll march my band out
I’ll beat my drum
Guess we didn't make it
At least I didn't fake it

Don’t tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy; the sun's
A ball of butter

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
All that the law will allow

Hey, gorgeous, here we go again
Well, here it goes, kid
No lookin' back
Stiff upper nose, kid
Let's give 'em hell, Brice
We’ll cry a little later
Well, Brice, that’s life in the the-a-ter!

Get ready for me, world
'Cause I’m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade