Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again

 

Oh the times was hard and the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow,
And it's time for us to leave her.

 

Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin'

 

Come senators, congressmen,
Please heed the call,
Don't stand in the doorway,
Don't block up the hall,
For he that gets hurt,
Will be he who has stalled,
There's a battle outside and it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows,
And rattle your walls,
For the times they are a-changin'.

 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
There's gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

 

"Come inside now," said Peter, "and rest you.
Change out of them dirty old things.
Try these breeches of snowy white buckskin
And a waistcoat with slits for your wings.
Yes, you can play your music in Heaven—
And your guitar is safe in your hands.
There is no room in Hell for a singer
'Cos it's too full of rock-and-roll bands."

 

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
me and little brother would join right in there
singin' seems to help a troubled soul
one of these days and it won't be long
i'll rejoin them in a song
i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne

 

What the moral? Who rides may read,
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind.
A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed,
But a fool to wait for the laggard behind.
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,
He travels the fastest who travels alone.

 

Six Texas Rangers (Hi-yo, hi-yo) rode in the sun (Hi-yo, hi-yo);
Six men of justice rode into an ambush, and all were killed but one.
One lone survivor (Hi-yo, hi-yo) lay on the trail (Hi-yo, hi-yo);
Found there by Tonto, the brave Indian Tonto, he lived to tell the tale.

(Hi-yo Silver, Hi-yo Silver away! Hi-yo Silver, Hi-yo Silver away!)

His wounds quickly mended (Hi-yo, hi-yo) and there in the night (Hi-yo, hi-yo),
Six graves were put there to hide from the outlaws that one man lived to fight.
He chose silver bullets (Hi-yo, hi-yo) the sign of his name (Hi-yo, hi-yo); A mask to disguise him, a great silver stallion, and thus began his fame.

(Hi-yo Silver, Hi-yo Silver away! Hi-yo Silver, Hi-yo Silver away! THE LONE RANGER IS HIS NAME!)

 

Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men,
Feared by the bad, loved by the good,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood.

 

Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest, laughing back and forth at what the other has to say, Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest, Oodelally Oodelally golly what a day.

 

Once we watched a lazy world go by,
Now the days seem to fly,
Life is brief, but when it's gone,
Love goes on, and on.

 

Oh, up a lazy river where the old mill run
Meet the lazy river with the noonday sun
Linger in the shade of a kind ol' tree
Throw away your troubles, dream a dream of me, dream a dream of me

 

It's cold outside,
There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone, more or less,
Let me fly far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh mango juice,
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

 

Girls just wanna have fu-un
Girls just wanna have fun

 

In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

 

Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet

 

I want you to want me

 

I want a dream lover
So I don't have to dream alone

 

Can't you see me with a special little lady,
Rowin' in a rowboat down the stream?
Though I'm one disgusting blighter,
I'm a lover, not a fighter,
'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream.

 

Well, she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner
She's a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And the lady is mine

 

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.

 

There she goes

 

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.

 

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away