Tasty Snax Follow

Just sit an' 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

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 its eye

I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you see
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
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, Mr Arnstein, 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, love
'Cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade

Just sit an' putter
Life's candy and the sun's