CUESTE lo que CUESTE

Don't tell me not to live 
Just sit and putta 
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 
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 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