A solo spoken-word performance about refusing to let others dim your joy. The speaker chants affirmations against criticism, calling life "candy" and "the sun's a ball of butter," driven by the refrain "I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, only can die once."
1, 2, 3, 4. Hey world, here I am. Don't tell me not to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade? I'm gonna march my band out. I'll beat my drum. And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, at least I didn't fake it. Hats! So at least I didn't make it. But whether I'm the rose of superfection or a freckle on the nose of life's complexion, the center of a 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'll see, I gotta have my bite, sir. So get ready for my love, 'cause I'm a-comin'. I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer. Can't bring on the clouds to rain on my parade. I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, only can die once, right, sir? The whole life is juicy, juicy, and you'll see, I gotta have my bite, sir. Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a drummer. I simply gotta march. Touch my heart's trouble. Nobody. I said nobody. Nobody had better rain on my parade. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
