get what I want, I know how...

(...)
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum,
and if I'm fanned out, your turn at that, 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...