Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

 

Even if we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through hell with you

 

Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind

 

Macavity's a Mystery cat, He's called the Hidden Paw,
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law,
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair,
For when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity,
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there,

You may seek him in the basement,
You may look up in the air,
But I tell you once and once again,
Macavity's not there.

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin,
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in,
His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed,
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed,
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake,
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity,
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square,
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there.

He's outwardly respectable, (I know he cheats at cards),
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's,
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair,
There's the wonder of the thing - Macavity's not there.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity,
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare,
Whatever time the deed took place - Macavity's not there,

And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known,
I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone,
Are nothing more than agents, for the cat who all the time,
Just controls their operations - the Napoleon of Crime!

 

His life won't be based upon the dreams
That I might make, when I create a fat rap
Jumpin' upon the scene like that
I want you, Cat
I want you, Cat
I want you, Cat
I want you

 

I'm like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony like they make at home,
Or a healthy fish with a big backbone,
I'm Abraham De Lacy,
Guiseppe Casey,
Thomas O'Malley,
O'Malley the alley cat.

I've got that wanderlust,
Gotta walk the scene,
Gotta kick up highway dust,
Feel the grass that's green,
Gotta strut them city streets,
Showin' off my eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite,
Or some cute cat I happen to meet,
That I'm,
Abraham De Lacy,
Guiseppe Casey,
Thomas O'Malley,
O'Malley the alley cat.

I'm king of the highway,
Prince of the boulevard,
Duke of the avant-garde,
The world is my backyard,
So if you're goin' my way,
That's the road you wanna seek,
Calcutta to Rome, or home, sweet home,
In Paris, magnifique, you all!

 

Which pet's address
is the finest in Paris?
Which pets possess
the longest pedigree?
Which pets get to sleep
on velvet mats?
Naturalment! The aristocats!

 

We've got so many tchotchkes
we've practically emptied the Louvre
In most of our palaces
there's hardly room to manoeuvre
I shan't go to Balie today
I must stay home and Hoovre
up the gold dust
That doesn't mean we're in love
If you really loved me
you'd buy me the Great Pyramid
Oh, I'm so forgetful, you already did
But there's one think I need
if you won't think I'm greedy, my death
another zebra
Zelda looks lonely, I want a zebra

 

Every truly cultured music student knows,
You must learn your scales and your arpeggios,
Bring the music ringing from your chest and not your nose,
While you sing your scales and your arpeggios.

If you're faithful to your daily practising,
You will find your progress is encouraging,
Do mi so mi do me so mi fa la so it goes,
When you do your scales and your arpeggios.

Though at first it seems as though it doesn't show,
Like a tree ability will bloom and grow,
If you're smart you'll learn by heart what every artist knows,
You must sing your scales and your arpeggios.

 

Baby, you've been going so crazy,
Lately nothing seems to be going right.
So low, why do you have to get so low?
You're so,
You've been waiting in the sun too long.
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing,
For the love you bring won't mean a thing,
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing.
Colder, crying over your shoulder,
Hold her, tell her everything's gonna be fine.
Surely, you've been going too early,
Hurry 'cos no-one's gonna be stopped.
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing,
For the love you bring won't mean a thing,
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing.

 

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).

 

Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy
Lifeless
To those the definition for what life is
Priceless
To you because I put you on the hype ****
You like it?
Gun smokin' righteous with one toke
You're psychic among those
Possess you with one go
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (that's right) is coming on

 

One gift, beauty rare,
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red, red rose,
She'll walk in springtime wherever she goes.

 

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

 

You may talk about your dearest May,
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas,
Is the only girl for me.

 

Mister Morton climbed up his stairs
Mister Morton climbed
Mister Morton rhymed pretty words
Mister Morton rhymed
Mister Morton was lonely
Mister Morton was
Until Pearl showed up with a single
Rose.
Who says women can't propose?
Now Mister Morton is happy
And Pearl and the cat are too
They're the subjects of the sentence
And what the predicate says, they do

 

Do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Do you know the muffin man,
Who lives on Drury Lane?

Yes I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Yes, I know the muffin man,
Who lives on Drury Lane.

 

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, die

 

An old country singer lay dying,
At the end of a long, weary life,
And he lay with his loved ones around him:
Three dogs, seven horse, and a wife.
"O Mary, the voices are calling.
They're calling and telling me to go,
But before I set out on my journey,
There one thing that I gotta know:

"Do they play country music in Heaven?
Are there still four square beats to a bar?
Can I find a backing group amongst the angels?
Can I swap my plucking harp for a guitar?
'Cos I can't, I just can't leave my music.
It's the thing that has served me so well;
So if I can't play my music in Heaven,
I'll go play my music in Hell."

And with that, he lay back on his pillow,
With a sad dreamy look in his eye,
And his soul saddled up and departed,
For that pearly stockade in the sky.
And there stood St Peter a-waiting,
And he opened those big rhinestone gates.
"But before I go in," said the singer,
"St Peter, I must know my fate."

"Do they play country music in Heaven?
Are there still four square beats to a bar?
Can I find a backing group amongst the angels?
Can I swap my plucking harp for a guitar?
'Cos I can't, I just can't leave my music.
It's the thing that has served me so well;
So if I can't play my music in Heaven,
I'll go play my music in Hell."

"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 gee-tar is safe in your hands.
There is no room in Hell for a singer,
'Cos it's too full of rock-and-roll bands."

So he played country music in Heaven,
And there were four square beats to the bar,
And he found a backing group among the angels,
And he swapped his plucking harp for a guitar.

 

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

 

When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold,
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God and for valour he rode through the land.

No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
'Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.

 

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
I, feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away, yeah
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

 

See the smoke curl from the chimney,
An’ the mat beside the door,
On the path there stands the family,
Like you left ‘em long before.
Home returning, home returning,
Seasons gone an’ young'uns grown,
Home returning, home returning,
Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,
An’ the bread bakes soft an’ brown,
While my friends wait with the good news,
Bring my chair an’ sit me down.
Home returning, home returning,
Comes the warrior from the war,
Home returning, home returning,
Home to wander nevermore!

 

Understand what I've become
It wasn't my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am
But I miss you, I miss
'Cause I liked it, 'cause I liked it
When I was out there
D'you know this, d'you know
You did not find me, you did not find
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness was when I was young
And we didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she'd hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Oh he liked me, does anyone care?

 

Flower, gleam and glow,
Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt,
Change the Fates' design,
Save what has been lost,
Bring back what once was mine.

What once was mine.