Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Them Liverpool girls don't use no combs
Way, hey, Santiano
They combs their hair with a codfish bone
Along the plains of Mexico

 

Bobby Shafto's gone to sea,
Silver buckles at his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!

Bobby Shafto's bright and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!

 

It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde hair

 

For there's no one as burly and brawny,
As you see, I've got biceps to spare,
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny,
That's right!
And every last inch of me's covered with hair!

 

Then I shoot from behind.
Is that fair?
I don't care.

 

For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool - you bet that Tommy sees!

 

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the green beret

 

Two beavers are better than one
They’re twice the fun
Ask anyone

 

Excuse me while I kiss this guy

 

The warm days are past, the dry dust has settled,
Those long-dead summers, a dim memory,
Small birds have flown south, cold eastwind is dreary,
So come ye and sit by the fireside with me.

Let's add a good log, stir up the pale ashes,
'Til they grow crimson gold, 'neath the grey and the black,
I'll recall to you my adventurous young seasons,
Together, my friend, we'll go journeying back.

Meet my comrades long gone, whom I'll always remember,
I hope when I've joined them, you've learned what it means,
That a story passed down can live on forever,
I'm the Teller of Tales, and the Weaver of Dreams.

 

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

 

Snow is fallin'
All around me
Children playin'
Having fun
It's the season
Love and understanding
Merry Christmas everyone.

 

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Christmas is all around me
And so the feeling grows

 

Fahoo fores, dahoo dores,
Welcome Christmas, come this way,
Fahoo fores, dahoo dores,
Welcome Christmas, Christmas day.

 

Well it's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath the mushroom cloud

 

Underneath the mango tree,
Me honey and me can watch for the moon,
Underneath the mango tree,
Me honey and me make boolooloop soon.

Underneath the moonlit sky,
Me honey and I can sit hand in hand,
Underneath the moonlit sky,
Me honey and I can make fairyland.

 

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Thro' the sycamores for me
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From fields I used to roam
When I dream
About the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home

 

If you don't mind having to go without things,
It's a fine life, It's a fine life.

Tho' it ain't all jolly old pleasure outings,
It's a fine life, It's a fine life.

When you got someone to love,
You forget your cares and strife,
Let the prudes look down on us,
Let the wide world frown on us,
It's a fine, fine life.

 

Always look on the bright side of life

 

We're Knights of the Round Table,
We dance whene'er we're able,
We do routines and scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.

 

You are beautiful on the inside.
You are innocence personafide.
And I will drag you down and sell you out.
Run away....

 

On yonder hill there stands a maiden,
Who she is I do not know;
I shall court her, for her beauty,
She must answer yes or no,

O! No John, no John, no John, No!

 

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone...

 

Beware of the Blob!
It creeps
And leaps, and glides
And slides across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the Blob!

 

Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade,
Here they come!
Hippety hoppety,

They're here, and there,
Pink elephants everywhere!

Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed,
On their head!
Clippety cloppety,

Arrayed in braid,
Pink elephants on parade!