Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

St. Petersburg is gloomy!
St. Petersburg is bleak!
My underwear got frozen standing here all week!
Oh, since the revolution our lives have been so gray!
Thank goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day!

 

New York New York
It's a helluva town
The Bronx is up
And the Battery's down

 

Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today,
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes,
They are longing to stray,
Right through the very heart of it,
New York, New York.

 

What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC
I go years without you
Then I
Can't get
Enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy
Too crazy
Too hot
Too cold
Too late
I'm sold
Again
On NYC

 

These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

 

Wheels are made for rollin',
Mules are made to pack,
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.

 

I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

 

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

 

I've been working on the railroad
All the live long day
I've been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away
Can't you hear the whistle blowing
Rise up so early in the morn
Can't you hear the whistle blowing
Dinah, blow your horn

 

Just whistle while you work,
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place.
So hum a merry tune,
It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace.

 

Train whistle blowin'
Makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets
For all the girls and boys

Rockin' rollin' ridin'
Out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown
Many miles away

 

Send back the world,
There's too much night for me,
The sky is much too high,
To shelter me when darkness falls,
Four cabin walls,
Would be just right for me,
I need a threshold I can cross,
Where I can sit and gather moss,
Forevermore,
A million miles away behind the door.

 

Mull of Kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire
Is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

 

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards, Gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining rivers,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

 

Oh the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, Lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, Lassie go?

 

Land o' the Kilt and Sporran,
Underneath, there's nothin' worran!
How I wish the wind was warm!
Scotland the Brave,
I must admit it's pretty gruesome,
Walking about wi' your frozen twosome!
It's all we've got - we musn't lose 'em,
Scotland the Brave.

 

I dance on stilts
While he knits quilts
I sing in simulated Scottish highland lilts

 

O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see,
Your like again?
That fought and died for,
Yon wee bit hill and glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.

 

They hear you when you cry
This love is far and wide
When you smile the stars align
Flower, of the universe
Child of mine

 

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

Little one, when you play,
Pay no heed what they say,
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear, baby of mine.

 

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon
Twenty stitches in a hospital room
When you started crying
Darlin', I did too
When the sun came up
I was looking at you

 

Earth angel, earth angel,
Will you be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time,
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you.

 

Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king
Peace on Earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic hosts proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king.

 

Pretty little angel eyes
Pretty little angel eyes
Pretty little angel, pretty little angel
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel
(Ba bom) oo oo, oo oo (ha ha ha ha)
Oo oo, pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes
Angel eyes, I really love you so
Angel eyes, I'll never let you go
Because I love you, my darlin' angel eyes
(Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes)

 

See him lying on a bed of straw;
Draughty stable with an open door,
Mary cradling the babe she bore;
The prince of glory is his name.

Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem,
to see the Lord appear to men;
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The prince of glory when he came.