Os comparto una canción que, por lo menos a mí, ¡me da un subidón de energía!. Y me viene muy bien, que aún estamos a miércoles ...
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 it's 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 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 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!
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