Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again

 

Your story's sad to tell,
A teenage ne'er do well,
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block.
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your career now?
Can't even get a trade in on your smock,

Beauty school dropout,
No graduation day for you,
Beauty school dropout,
Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo,
Well at least you could have taken time,
To wash and clean your clothes up,
After spending all that dough,
To have the doctor fix your nose up.

 

You wake up late for school and you don't wanna go,
You ask your mom please but she still says no

Your dad caught you smoking and he says no way,
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day

 

Anything you can do, I can do better.
I can do anything better than you.

No you can't.
Yes, I can.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can, Yes, I can!

Anything you can be, I can be greater.
Sooner or later I'm greater than you.

No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
No, you're not!.
Yes, I am, Yes, I am!

 

I won't grow up,
I won't grow up,
Not a penny I will pitch
I will never grow a mustache,
or a fraction of an inch

If growing up means it would be
beneath my dignity to climb a tree
I won't grow up,
never grow up,
never grow up,
Not me,
Not I,
So there!

 

Will my kids be proud or think their old man is really a square?
When they're out having fun yeah, will I still want to have my share?
Will I love my wife for the rest of my life?
When I grow up to be a man?

 

To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret,
I'd give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

 

Look there she goes, a girl who's strange but special,
A most peculiar mademoiselle,
It's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in
'Cause she really is a funny girl,
A beauty but a funny girl,
She really is a funny girl,
That Belle!

 

Hey, hey, hey
Seeing her skin
Feeling silky smooth
Color of cafe au lait
Made the savage beast inside
Roaring until it cried
"More, more, more!"
Now he's at home doing 9 to 5
Living his brave life of lies
But when he turns off to sleep
All memories keep more, more, more

 

Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled,
And the silk inside a chestnut shell,
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled,
All these things I love so well.

So I mustn’t forget,
No, I mustn’t forget,
To say a great big thank you.
I mustn’t forget.

Clouds that look like familiar faces,
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings,
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces,
And the song the milkman sings.

Chorus

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered,
And a swallow curving in the sky,
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered,
And the taste of apple pie.

Chorus

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling,
And a minnow darting down a stream,
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling,
And a win for my home team.

Chorus

 

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore

 

Have you seen the old man in the closed down arcade?
Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hands held loosely at his side,
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you, the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
And show you something to make you change your mind.

 

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

 

Nobody knows the troubles I've seen.

 

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to, do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door.
What are you hoping for, do you know?

 

Our song is a slamming screen door,
Sneaking out late tapping on your window,
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

 

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
Are the babes in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?

 

You were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
and my daddy said Stay away from Juliet,
and I was crying on the staircase begging you please don't go

 

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,
Declares she's not too young to wed,
Informs you pertly you forget
Romeo and Juliet.
Do not argue, do not shout;
Remind her how that one turned out.

 

Nowadays you can't be too sentimental,
Your best bet's a true baby blue continental,
Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk,
it's still rock and roll to me

 

I push my seed in her bush for life
Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll

 

When a man's an empty kettle,
He should be on his mettle,
And yet I'm torn apart,
Just because I'm presumin',
That I could be kind of human,
If I only had a heart.

I'd be tender, I'd be gentle,
And awful sentimental,
Regarding love and art,
I'd be friends with the sparrows,
And the boy that shoots the arrows,
If I only had a heart.

 

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will

 

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

 

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.