Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team

Money, get back
I'm all right, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bull****
I'm in the high-fidelity first-class trave

 

Long we've tossed on the rolling main,
Now we're safe ashore, Jack,
Don't forget your old shipmate,
Fal dee ral dee ral dee rye eye doe!

 

What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!

Put him in a long boat till his sober
Put him in a long boat till his sober
Put him in a long boat till his sober
Early in the morning!

 

Please, Sir, I'm only joking,
Don't mean to be provoking,
How come your ears are smoking?
Early in the morning.

 

Don't ask me
Hank, why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a honky-tonk
And some ole slick's trying to give me friction
I'll say leave me alone
I'm singing all night long
It's a family tradition

 

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me,
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho,
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me,
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho,
Maraud and embezzle, and even hijack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.

 

It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine

 

She died of a fever,
And sure, no-one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

 

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Ah, people ask me questions
Lost in confusion
Well, I tell them there's no problem
Only solutions
Well, they shake their heads and they look at me, as if I've lost my mind
I tell them there's no hurry, I'm just sitting here doing time

 

The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all day long.

 

Nobody is gonna make it end
And if it don't begin
Don't worry that I'll take offense
Yeah And if it's an all night thing
And we fall like a tear falling To the ground
I'll never come around
And you'll never hear a word from me


If it's an all night thing.

 

Up, down, flying around,
Looping the loop and defying the ground,
They're all frightfully keen,
Those magnificent men in their flying machines.

 

Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

 

They can fly upside-down with their feet in the air,
They don't think of danger, they really don't care.
Newton would think he had made a mistake,
To see those young men and the chances they take.

 

The young aviator went stunting
And as 'neath the wreckage he lay, he lay
To the mechanics gathered around him
These last parting words he did say, did say

Take the cylinders out of my kidneys
Take the connecting rod out of my brain, my brain
From the small of my back take the crankshaft
And assemble the engine again

 

Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something new to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?

 

Freedom! (I won't let you down)
Freedom! (I will not give you up)
Freedom! (Have some faith in the sound)
You've gotta give for what you take (It's the one good thing that I've got)
Freedom! (I won't let you down)
Freedom! (So please don't give me up)
Freedom! ('Cause I would really, really love to stick around)

 

Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time.

Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.

Rings shall vanish from our noses,
And the harness from our back,
Bit and spur shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.

Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day.

Bright will shine the fields of England,
Purer shall its waters be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free.

For that day we all must labour,
Though we die before it break;
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,
All must toil for freedom's sake.

Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken well, and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time.

 

Freedom, we got freedom;
And now that we can be free,
Come on and celebrate.

Power, we got power;
And now that we can be free,
It's time to celebrate.

Celebrate the freedom;
Celebrate the power;
Celebrate the glory;
Celebrate the love.

 

I got chills,
They're multiplying,
And I'm losing control,
Cause the power,
You're supplying,
It's electrifying!

 

I never miss a beat,
I'm lightning on my feet,
and that's what they don't see, oh oh,
that's what they don't see, oh oh

 

It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Hey - man you disrespecting to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey - man you talking back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

 

Somebody dial 911

 

if somebody left you out on a ledge
If somebody pushed you over the edge
You got to hold on to your time till you break
Through these times of
Trouble

 

There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's moonlight, and music,
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance.