Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

If you’ve got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her,
But if you're single that's honestly worse,
Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts,

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine,
I feel like I might sink and drown and die,

You're so gorgeous,
I can't say anything to your face,
Cause look at your face
And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way,
what can I say?

 

A British tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a mountain bird,
His energetic fist should be ready to resist,
A dictatorial word.

His nose should pant,
and his lip should curl,
His cheeks should flame,
and his brow should furl.

His bosom should heave,
and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready,
for a knock-down blow.

 

This is my town,
Watch your step if you ever come around,
I don’t think I know you,
Maybe it’s time I show you,
This is my home,
I’ll be standing here alone,
And if you’re ready to see hell,
Come on in and ring the bell

 

I've given up hope that somebody will come
Along,
To ring the bell for once, and
Not the gong!

 

Well I’m only up when you’re not down,
Don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground,
It’s like no matter what I do,
Well you drive me crazy half the time,
The other half I’m only trying to let you know
It’s like no matter what I do,
That I’m only me when I’m with you

 

Those magnificent men in their flying machines,
They go up tiddly up up, they go down tiddly down down,
They enchant all the ladies and steal all the scenes,
With their up tiddly up up, and their down tiddly down down.

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

 

Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang we love you,
And our Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang loves us too,
High, low, anywhere we go, on Chitty Chitty we depend,
Bang bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, our fine four fendered friend,
Bang bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, our fine four fendered friend

 

When punting on the beautiful Thames,
You use a sturdy pole,
To protect their fair complexion,
Ladies use a parasol,
It's useful in the underbrush,
To have a hefty spear,
But what we do with an old bamboo,
Makes everybody cheer!

 

The hands that hold the scepters,
the head that holds the crown,
They'll always give their all to me,
they'll never let me down,
I'm on my way to far away,
ta ta and toodleoo,
And fare thee well and bon voyage,
arrivederci too!

 

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!

 

There is just one moon and one golden sun,
And a smile means friendship for everyone,
Though the oceans are wide and the mountains divide,
It’s a small world after all

 

It's not unusual to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone,
But when I see you hanging about with anyone,
It's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die.

 

I see you driving around town with the girl I love,
I’m like forget you, and forget her too

 

Chicago, Chicago that toddling town,
Chicago, Chicago I will show you around - I love it,
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago,
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down.

 

You're doing fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K.

 

Every town,
Has its ups and downs,
Sometimes ups,
Outnumber the downs,
But not in Nottingham.

 

I am short, fat, proud of that,
And so with all my might,
I up down, up down to my appetite’s delight,
While I up, down, touch the ground,
I think of things to chew,
Like honey, melted chocolate,
With a hefty happy appetite, I’m a hefty happy Pooh,
With a hefty, happy appetite he’s a hefty happy Pooh


Oh bother, only the sticky part is left.

 

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things.
Their tops are made of rubbers,
The bottoms are made of springs.
They're,
Bouncy,
Flouncy,
Trouncy,
Pouncy,
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!!!
The most wonderful thing about Tiggers,
Is I'm the only one.
I'm the only one!

 

Well she got her daddy's car and she cruised through the hamburger stand now,
Seems she forgot all about the library like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting she goes cruising just as fast as she can now,
And she'll have fun fun fun til her daddy takes the T-bird away,
Fun fun fun til her daddy takes the T-bird away

 

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.

 

Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad,
my father gave my nose a tweak and said that I was bad,
But then one day I learned a word that saved me and the nose,
The biggest word you ever heard and this is how it goes,
Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious,
if you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious,
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

 

I love to laugh,
Loud and long and clear,
I love to laugh,
It's getting worse every year,
The more I laugh, the more I fill with glee,
And the more the glee,
The more I'm a merrier me.

 

Then all the reindeer loved him,
And they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,
You’ll go down in history

 

Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside,
I do like to be beside the sea,
Oh I do like to stroll along the Prom, Prom, Prom,
Where the brass bands play, "Tiddely-om-pom-pom!"

So just let me be beside the seaside,
I'll be beside myself with glee,
and there's lots of girls beside,
I should like to be beside, beside the seaside,
beside the sea.

 

Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free,
Heaven above and the sea below
And a little white whale on the go