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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Linda Eder
Vocals
Alan Rubin
Trumpet
Barry Danielian
Trumpet
Carol Webb
Violin
Charles Pillow
Saxophone
Chris Komer
French Horn
Clint de Ganon
Drums
D.Finck
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Debra Shufelt
Viola
Emily Mitchell
Harp
Eugene Moye
Viola
George Flynn
Trombone
Jeffrey Lang
French Horn
Jill Jaffe
Viola
Keith O’Quin
Trombone
Laura Conwesser
Flute
Matthew Dine
English Horn
Peter Calo
Guitar
Robert Chausow
Violin
Robert Shaw
Violin
Robin Bushman
Violin
Roger Rosenberg
Saxophone
Scott Wendholt
Trumpet
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Merrill
Lyrics
Jule Styne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Linda Eder
Producer
Jeremy Roberts
Co-Producer
Kim Scharnberg
Co-Producer
Ron Shapiro
Executive Producer
Frank Wildhorn
Producer
B. Trokan
Assistant Engineer
Brian Montgomery
Assistant Engineer
Chris Avedon
Assistant Engineer
Frank Filipetti
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Ken Freeman
Mixing 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 a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder on the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once only can die once
Right, sir?
Ooh, love 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 gunshot, and bam
Hey world, 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
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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