A song lyric story

What's the name of the game

My name is Luka,
I live on the second floor...

Here in my car I feel safest of all
I can lock all the doors,
It's the only way to live,
in cars..

Riding along in my automobile,
My baby beside me . . .

Who's gonna drive your car tonight?

They were singing,
Bye by miss american pie
I drove my shevvy to the levy
But the levy was dry....

I agree it's so heart warming g to share memorable songs ?

I’m really enjoying this thread. Loving all the lyrics from songs old and new ???

Purplepoppies

@MissAdventure, will you start another thread when this fills up?? Its been a real tonic for me (selfish maybe, but I've really enjoyed it) and I've discovered which Grans/Gramps have a music collection to me and others #misspentyouth ?

I don't mind if someone else wants to start a new one, or I'll do it.
Its quite nice to hear lyrics from forgotten songs isn't it?

Early one morning I heard a maiden singing

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps then leaps to the arms of her lover.

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Spritely and lightly and merrily ringing
Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

@MissAdventure, will you start another thread when this fills up?? Its been a real tonic for me (selfish maybe, but I've really enjoyed it) and I've discovered which Grans/Gramps have a music collection to me and others #misspentyouth ?

You spin me right round like a record baby
Right round, round round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Everyday day I get in the queue( too much magic bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you ( too much magic bus )

Just get on the bus, Gus

If you leave then I’ll be blue
Cause breaking up is hard to do

Im leaving on a jet plane dont know when Ill be back again,
Oh babe I hate to gooo.
But the taxi waiting he's blowing his horn
Already Im so lonely I could die......

When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way

In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth...
The north side of my town faced east, and the east side was facing south...

Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar

Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to big John

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Tonight’s the night we’ve waited for
Cause you’re not a baby anymore
You’ve turned into the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Happy Birthday sweet sixteen