Testo di 'Don't Rain On My Parade - Santana Version' di Glee

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 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
A 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
Oh, 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 Mister 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