About the Song
Barbra Streisand’s “Don’t Rain on My Parade” is an exuberant and infectious showstopper that has captivated audiences for decades. Originally featured in the iconic musical Funny Girl, the song has become synonymous with unbridled optimism and determination.
This powerhouse number showcases Streisand’s extraordinary vocal range and comedic timing. With a blend of defiance and vulnerability, she embodies the character of Fanny Brice, a determined young woman striving for stardom. The lyrics are a bold declaration of independence, rejecting negativity and embracing life’s challenges with unwavering spirit.
The melody of “Don’t Rain on My Parade” is infectious, with a driving rhythm that propels the listener forward. The arrangement, featuring a brassy and energetic orchestration, perfectly complements the song’s exuberant tone. Streisand’s performance is nothing short of electrifying, as she delivers the song with a contagious energy that is impossible to resist.
Beyond its musical brilliance, “Don’t Rain on My Parade” has become an anthem for anyone facing adversity. The song’s message of perseverance and self-belief has resonated with audiences of all ages, inspiring countless individuals to pursue their dreams with passion and determination.
Whether you’re a fan of musical theater or simply looking for a song to lift your spirits, “Don’t Rain on My Parade” is a timeless classic that will continue to inspire and entertain for generations to come.
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Lyrics: “Don’t Rain On My Parade”
(from “Funny Girl” soundtrack)
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 paradeDon’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
A freckle on the nose
Of life’s complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eyeI 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 will 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 itGet 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!