Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

 

Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in,
Shame on me now, took me to places I’d never been

 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light,
From now on your troubles will be out of sight.

 

Christmas, Christmas time is here,
Time for toys and time for cheer

 

Once you get here, feel the good cheer,
Like they always say in the poem,
Fat Sam's ain't humble,
But it's your home sweet home.

 

Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat,
I steal only what I can't afford,
Which is everything

 

Just a little snack, guys,
Rip him open, take it back, guys.

 

My buddies and me, we're getting real well known,
Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone

 

Now we're doing a hundred and twenty, as fast as I could go.
The Rambler pulled alongside of me as if I were going slow.
The fellow rolled down his window and yelled for me to hear,
Hey, buddy, how can I get this car out of second gear?

 

It's like you're always stuck in second gear
when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month or even your year

 

Well I've been a Sunday driver noo for many's a happy year,
And I've never had my Morris Minor oot o' second gear,
I can drive at fifty miles an hour on motorway or track,
With me wife up front beside me and her mother in the back.

 

I've got me a car, it seats about twenty,
It's as big as a whale, bring your jukebox money

 

Can ya name the truck with four-wheel drive,
Smells like a steak and seats thirty-five.
Canyonero ... Canyonero...

 

The love shack is a little old place where we can get together,
Love shack baby

 

I'm singin' in the rain,
Just singin' in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
I'm happy again.

I'm laughin' at clouds,
So dark up above,
The sun's in my heart,
And I'm ready for love.

Let the stormy clouds chase,
Everyone from the place,
Come on with the rain,
I've a smile on my face.

 

You light me up inside
Like the fourth of July,
Whenever you’re around I always seem to smile,
When people ask me how,
Well you’re the reason why
I’m dancing in the mirror,
Singing in the shower

 

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown,
The baddest man in the whole damned town.

 

He may not have a girlfriend but at least he's cool

 

In West Philadelphia born and raised,
On the playground is where I spent most of my days,
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool,
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.

 

I wanna play ball, not dance hall,
I'm making a triple, not a curtain call

 

I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain,
To see for certain what I thought I knew,
Far far away, someone was weeping,
But the world was sleeping,
Any dream will do.

 

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's quiet in the world tonight,
Your eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming so I tuck you in and turn on your favorite nightlight

 

Oh, I love the night life
I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.
Please don't talk about love tonight.
Your sweet talking won't make it right.

 

Don't blame it on sunshine
don't blame it on moonlight,
don't blame it on good times,
Blame it on the boogie

 

temporary layoffs - good times!
Easy credit rip-offs - good times!
Scratchin' and survivin' - good times!
Hangin' in a chow line - good times!
Ain't we lucky we got 'em? good times!