Don't Rain On My Parade/I'm The Greatest Star

Episode Version
When ya gifted, then ya gifted These are facts I've got no acts to parade Hey, what ya blind? In all of the world so far I'm the greatest star

Who is the pip with pizzas? Who is all ginger and jazz? Who is as glamorous as? Who's an American beauty rose? With an American beauty NOSE!!! And ten American beauty toes?

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 commer I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade

Soundtrack Version
I got 36 expressions! Sweet as pie to tough as leather And that's 36 expressions more than all those Baltimores puttogether. So 'stead of just kicking me why don&amp;#039;t they give me a lift? Well, it must be a plot! 'Cause their scared that I got...such a gift? Well, I'll nift.

Cause I'm The Greatest Star I am by far! But no one knows it--WAIT! They're gonna hear a voice A silver flute (ah ah ah ah) They'll cheer each toot (Yeah, that kids terrific, mmm)

When I expose it (Now can't ya see to look at me that) I'm a natural Camille. As Camille I just feel I've so much to offer (Now listen Mr. Z I know I'd be divine because)

I'm a natural cough (ahoo, aheh, ahay) Some ain't got it, not a lot I'm a great big clump of talent Laugh! (ha ha ha ha)

They'll bend in half A thousand jokes (Stick around for the jokes!) A thousand faces I reiterate

When ya gifted, then ya gifted These are facts I've got no acts to parade Hey, what ya blind? In all of the world so far I'm the greatest star

Who is the pip with pizzas? Who is all ginger and jazz? Who is as glamorous as? Who's an American beauty rose? With an American beauty NOSE!!! And ten American beauty toes?

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 commer I simply gotta march My heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody Is gonna rain on my parade