Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Ladda grabbar, häll i er bärsen
Pilla in en prilla och förstå att ni är kungar ikväll
Kamma bena, vi är sena
Var fan är min after shave och var är min brylcreem?

Vi är pojkarna som busar med flickornas små musar
Trumpeten känns så len mellan era ben
Om du drar ner min byxa ska du få se en yxa
En yxa som gör allt för att få lite ballt

Göm er tjejer, här händer grejer
Som Cicciolina skulle bli generad av att se
Böj dig framåt, böj dig bakåt
Nej vad är det här för gymnastik, vi kör missionären

 

Oh it's a jolly holiday with Mary,
Mary makes your heart so light,
When the day is gray and ordinary,
Mary makes the sun shine bright.

 

Où est ton papa ?
Dis-moi où est ton papa ?
Sans même devoir lui parler
Il sait ce qui ne va pas
Ah sacré papa
Dis-moi où es-tu caché ?
Ça doit, faire au moins mille fois que j'ai
Compté mes doigts
Hey !

 

Oh, mein papa,
To me he was so wonderful.
Oh, mein papa.
To me, he was so good.
No one could be,
So gentle and so loveable,
Oh, mein papa,
He always understood!

 

Die sonnige Wiese ist sommerlich warm
Der Hisch läuft in Freiheit waldein.
Doch sammelt Euch alle, der Sturm ist nah
Der morgige Tag ist mein.

Das Lindengrün leuchtet, die Blätter sie wehen
sein Gold verströmt meerwärts der Rhein
Doch wenn geht ein Stern auf noch ungesehen
Der morgige Tag ist mein.

 

Working in the sun,
Drinking schnapps, having fun,
That's livin' alright (That's livin' alright),
Then a night in the town,
Spreadin' it around,
That's livin' alright (That's livin' alright).

Working all day,
For a packet of pay,
And send a little back to the wife,
Still you keep a little here,
Just to keep you in beer,
That's livin' alright.

Yeah, you play the game,
Then it's auf wiedersehen,
That's livin' alright.

 

Student! I am a student
Making tråkig mat on tolv kvadrat
Cause I'm a student
Student! I am a student
It was halva pris on fullkornsris so that's what I'm having
Student! Yes I'm a student
And to my fullkornsris I have some peas and billig ketchup
Student! When you're a student
You can't be kräsen, hold for näsen! I'm a student!

 

Round the corners of the world I turn,
More and more about the world I learn;
All the new things that I see,
You'll be looking at along with me.
And it's from the old I travel to the new;
Keep me travelling along with you.

 

I can't smile without you

 

Life is a laugh if you smile,
Life can be fun if you crinkle your face,
Wrinkle your face,
Exercise your laughter lines,
Smile and the world smiles with you,
That is our motto today,
Smile at everybody as you walk down the lane,
You'll get some strange responses but they smile back again,
Don't overdo it or they'll think you're insane,
Life is a laugh if you smile.

 

There's nothing left on my bank account
No way that is the correct amount!
I work my ass off at 7/11
And on top of that I study like 24/7
You'd think that I deserve a treat
But food is for the wealthy elite
I'll just have noodles again tonight
And remind myself that my future is bright
I don't need a life I don't need the fun
I'll be rich and happy when I'm 51

 

You are sixteen going on seventeen,
Baby, it's time to think,
Better beware, be canny and careful,
Baby, you're on the brink.

 

Baby we were born to run

 

Who do you think
You are kidding, Mr. Hitler
If you think we're on the run?
We are the boys
Who will stop your little game;
We are the boys
Who will make you think again.
Cos who do you think
You are kidding, Mr. Hitler
If you think ol' England's done?

Mr Brown goes off to town
on the 8:21,
But he comes home each evening
and he’s ready with his gun.
Cos who do you think
You are kidding, Mr. Hitler
If you think ol' England's done?

 

Baby Trump do do do do do do, baby Trump do do do do do do, baby Trump do do do do do do, baby Trump

 

Is you is or is you ain't my baby?

 

Steppin' out with my baby
Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right
It's for sure, not for maybe
That I'm all dressed up tonight

Steppin' out with my honey
Can't be bad to feel so good
Never felt quite so sunny
And I keep on knockin' wood

 

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close my heart, never to part
Baby of mine.

 

We work all day, we work all night,
We never learned to read or write,
We're happy-hearted roustabouts.

 

Workin' in the coal mine
Goin' down down
Workin' in the coal mine
Oops!
About to slip down

 

In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

 

Born underground
Grown inside a rocky womb
The Earth is our cradle
The mountain shall become our tomb

Face us on the battlefield
You will meet your doom
We do not fear what lies beneath
We can never dig too deep

 

We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig from early morn till night,
We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig up everything in sight.

 

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

 

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell.