Journey Of A Dreamer



Don’t Rain On My Parade (Sam’s Version)

Considering what I’m going through, my theme for this month is this, albeit modified:

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
So what if I don’t make it!

But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life’s complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of it’s eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
You only die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you’ll see
I’m gonna get my bite, sir
Get ready for me, world, ’cause I’m a comer
I’ve simply gotta march, my love’s the drummer
Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

I’m gonna live and live now
Get what is mine, 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!
Hey, watch out, people, 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
So what if I don’t make it
Get ready for me, world, ’cause I’m a comer
I’ve simply gotta march, my love’s the drummer
Nobody, no, nobody is ever gonna rain on my parade…

Take that, challenges!!!

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