Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood, where Christopher Robin plays, you’ll find the enchanted neighborhood, of Christopher’s childhood days...

 

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

 

What a day for a daydream

 

Oh what a beautiful morning!
Oh what a beautiful day!

 

I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.

 

Everything's up to date in Kansas City
They've gone about as far as they can go.
They went and built a skyscraper, seven stories high
About as high as a building oughtta go.

 

No Name City, No Name City, the Lord don't like it here.
No Name City, No Name City, your reckoning day is near.

 

Joshua fought the battle of Jericho
And the walls came a-tumbling down

 

You can build a wall around you ,
Stone by stone a solid ring,
You can live alone in an empty home,
Be in charge and be the king.

Break out!
Reach out!
Make the walls tumble down, down, down.
Break out!
Reach out!
Make the walls tumble down.

 

I build walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
Its laughter and its loving I disdain

 

I used to wonder what friendship could be
Until you all shared its magic with me
Big adventure, tons of fun, a beautiful heart, faithful and strong
Sharing kindness, it's an easy feat
And magic makes it all complete
You have my little ponies...
Do you know you're all my very best friends?

 

And it's run for the roses
As fast as you can
You fate is delivered
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined
In the dance

 

I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black;
It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back.
They buried my body and they thought I'd gone;
But I am the dance, and I still go on.

 

And we danced like a wave on the ocean, romanced
We were liars in love and we danced
Swept away for a moment by chance
And we danced and danced danced.

 

Dances,
Romances,
Things of the night,
Sunshine and holidays,
Postcards to write,
Budding trees,
Autumn leaves,
A snowflake or two,
All kinds of everything remind me of you.

 

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

 

Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat that wouldn't leave it's home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave it to a man goin' far, far away.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea.

 

Come back Lisa
Come back Lisa
Lisa Miller

 

Lisa, her teeth are big and green,
Lisa, she smells like gasoline,
Lisa, da-da-da-deesa.
She is my sister,
Her birthday, I missed-a!

 

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

 

If you want service with a smile, we will go that extra mile
We clean windows, fill the tank
Wash the hood, no need to thank!
Gasigo, we're at your service
Gasigo, that is our purpose
G-A-S-I-G-O...Gasigo!
So put us to the test, we will strive to do our best!

 

Now let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared,
They called the highway thunder road.
Sometimes into ashville, sometimes memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldn't run him down
Each time they thought they had him,
His engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin' still on thunder road.

And there was thunder, thunder over thunder road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the devil got him first.

 

Says the Cap’n to the Crew,
We have slipped the Revenue,
I can see the cliffs of Dover on the lee:
Tip the signal to the Swan,
And anchor broadside on,
And out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie,
Says the Cap’n:
Out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie.

 

Oh the Mystery, oh the Mystery, little boat very frisky;
Oh the Mystery, oh the Mystery, she used to carry whisky.
Put the Mystery on the dock,
And paint the Mystery black, black black,
Paint the Mystery black, black, black;
When she come back, she was white.

 

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing ,
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye.