Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

And I've got friends on the other side.
He's got friends on the other side.

 

We're your friends,
We're your friends,
We're your friends to the bitter end.

 

Can you feel the love tonight

 

I'm gonna be a mighty King, so enemies beware,
Well, I've never seen a King of Beasts with quite so little hair,
I'm gonna be the "mane" event, like no King was before,
I'm brushin' up on lookin' down, I'm workin' on my roar!

 

As we walk through my dukedom
Nothing can hurt you
Cuz I'm the Duke of Earl

 

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!

 

Up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix
Four kids from 1 to 4
Pretty soon there'll be one more
But Sundays I'm mighty glad
We send the kids to his mom and dad
It's the day that makes me glad I'm Queen of the House

 

I need six eggs.
That's too expensive

 

When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs,
Every morning to help me get large,
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs,
So I'm roughly the size of a baaaaaaarge!

 

And we called her the Irish Rover

 

She took my love then ran around
with every single guy in town

 

Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,
Wisdom, Strength, and Courtesy,
Jungle-Favour go with thee!

 

Welcome to the jungle

 

In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight,
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.

 

Jungle love is driving me mad
It's making me crazy

 

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call! — Good hunting, all,
That keep the Jungle Law!

 

It's the bungle in the jungle

 

By the ranks or single file, over ev'ry jungle mile,
Oh, we stamp and crush through the underbrush,
In a military style,
In a military style.

 

I got a gal in every port, honey
Honey
I got a gal in every port, babe
Babe
I got a gal in every port
They're suing me for lack of support
Honey, oh baby mine

 

There was Harpoon Hannah,
Had a look that spelled out danger,
My heart quivered,
When she whispered, “Hi there, Stranger.”
Bought her trinkets,
That sailors can't afford,
And when I spent my last red cent,
She tossed me overboard.

 

What would ye do with a drunken sailor

 

I'm Popeye the sailor man

 

In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
Mark well what I do say,
In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
and she was mistress of her trade,
I'll go no more a roving, with you, fair maid.

A-roving, A-roving, since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving, with you, fair maid.

Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Mark well what I do say,
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light,
I'll go no more a-roving, with you, fair maid.

A-roving, A-roving, since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving, with you, fair maid.

 

Cuz I'm a wanderer
Yeah a wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round

 

Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed,
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it's gone right to my head.

Everywhere I roam,
Over land or sea or foam,
You can always hear me singing this song.
Said "show me the way to go home."