Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Little darlin'
I was wrong-a
To try to love you
Are you are you are you aware-a
That my love-a
Was just for you
O o oooonly you

 

You may talk about your dearest May,
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas,
Is the only girl for me.

 

The stars at night
Are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas

 

Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes,
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana,
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes.

 

We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy

 

If everybody had an ocean,
Across the U. S. A.,
Then everybody'd be surfin',
Like Californ-I-A,
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies,
Huarachi sandals too,
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo,
Surfin' U. S. A.

 

Do you love me
Do you surfer girl
Surfer girl
My little surfer girl

 

Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar,
I wonder if she's feeling well?
With a dreamy, far-off look,
And her nose stuck in a book,
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle.

 

Madam Gaston, can you just see it?
Madam Gaston, his little wife.
No sir, not me, I guarantee it
I want much more than this provincial life.

 

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston, looking so down in the dumps.
Every guy here wants to be you, Gaston, even when taking your lumps.

 

Everybody wants to be a cat

 

I'm king of the highway,
Prince of the boulevard,
Duke of the avant-garde,
The world is my backyard,
So if you're goin' my way,
That's the road you wanna seek,
Calcutta to Rome, or home, sweet home,
In Paris, magnifique, you all!

 

Prince Ali, yes it is he, but not as you know him
Read my lips and come to glimpse with reality
Yes, meet a blast from your past.
Whose lies were too good to last.
Say hello to your precious Prince Ali!

 

You know, your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough,
And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up,
Let me pontificate upon your sorry state,
You're only second rate!

 

Salagadoola mechicka boola
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It'll do magic, believe it or not
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

 

Salagadoolaree means mechicka boolaroo,
But the thingmabob that does the job is Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

 

And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that

A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

 

Somebody get a preacher!
Somebody bake a cake!
Somebody get some shoes and rice and presents to take!

Somebody get a sweet négligée!
Cause somebody's getting married today!

 

I'm gonna marry the night

 

Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married,
Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married,
Gee, I really love you,
And we're gonna get married,
Goin' to the chapel of love.

Spring is here, the sky is blue, whoa-oh-oh,
Birds all sing as if they knew,
Today's the day we'll say "I do",
And we'll never be lonely anymore.

 

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

 

The bells were ringing in the dale, and men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire, laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon, the dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall, beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim, to dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away ere break of day, to win our harps and gold from him!

 

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

 

Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved?
Cruelty to the winner, bishop tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left, God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope, he's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left, all young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth, he's never going home

 

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks