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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Original London Cast Of Funny Girl
Performer
Sheridan Smith
Vocals
Joel Montague
Spoken Word
Sammy Kelly
Spoken Word
Chris Parker
Performer
Alan Williams
Conductor
Theo Jamieson
Music Director
Phij Adams
Programming
Will Hillman
Violin
Jo Archard
Violin
Laura Melhuish
Violin
Seb Rudnicki
Violin
Shelley Britton
Violin
Ciaran McCabe
Violin
Verity Simmons
Cello
Nerys Richards
Cello
Nick Walsh
Double Bass
Simon Marsh
Alto Saxophone
Hannah Lawrance
Clarinet
Gemma Moore
Baritone Saxophone
Richard Ashton
French Horn
Jean-Paul Gervasoni
Flugelhorn
Tom Rees Roberts
Trumpet
Seb Philpott
Flugelhorn
Steve Haynes
Trombone
Matt French
Drums
Tom Clare
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jule Styne
Composer
Robert Merrill
Composer
Chris Parker
Arranger
Alan Williams
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anna Barry
Producer
Tris Penna
Executive Producer
Mat Bartram
Recording Engineer
Simon Gibson
Mastering Engineer
Chris Parker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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, 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, Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out
I'm beating 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!
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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