There are just some songs whose lyrics are so ingrained in your head, that when a situation comes up in real life, you want to follow the songs lead. For me, everytime I enter a bar, I’m tepted to order: One Bourbon, one Scotch and one beer. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is figuring the guy (or gal) has proably heard it a thousand times.
“At A Medium Pace”, by Adam Sandler.
::d&r::
Yep:
Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin.
Okay, I’m not a thief nor do I want to kill anyone, but there’s that line where he “spends like a Sailor”. And with all them women lining up on the line on the right, you’re damn straight I wanna be Mack the Knife.
Tripler
I’ll be that shark that bites, with them pearly whites. 
I want to live out Elf Power - “The Winter is Coming” as a spectator. I can just picture all the birds coming and taking away the people with this nice, serene sunset. I can also imagine the chaos whenever the trumpet line breaks. That song is actually my happy place, or it was for awhile. One of my favorite songs for no apparent reasons.
“See the birds melt into the air… no one could protect them from the sun”
I also have wanted to live out some of Sparklehorse’s songs. Especially “More Yellow Birds.” Just lovely, really. See the horses, the shore, the light as birds. Wonderful!
Also, there are many times when I just want to live in the song. Just have it playing while something happens. For instance, I would love to murder or be murdered while Cat and Dog Dialogue - Ups and Downs was playing just to add surreal overtones. I can’t actually live out the lyrics since it doesn’t have any.
“Outta Here” by Kenney Chesney.
Let’s leave town on a permanent vacation, lock up the house and pack up the station wagon, make paradise our final destination, as long as we’re outta here
It’s like my ultimate fantasy. I wish I could just pack up and leave, and head on down to Mexico for a few months or maybe forever. Maybe some day. God I hate Kansas.
Mr. Bad Example, Waren Zevon.
I’ll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy.
Jethro Tull’s Aqualung…
‘Sitting on a park bench,eyeing little girls with bad intent’
Oh :eek: Perhaps not…
And here I was getting ready to suggest Lawyers, Guns and Money.
“Bat Out of Hell” Meatloaf
When I was young Chevy Van was a fantasy. Of course, now it would just make me a dirty old man…
After having dinner in a restaurant with a bunch of people from my high school speech team, and at least one other speech team, people started pointing at watches and saying “it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday”. Eventually I figured out the relevance, just before we all started singing Billy Joel’s “Piano Man”
Hit post reply and thought of another short tale. A small group I was involved with sang a fancy a capella arrangement (sung first by GLAD) of “O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing”. One group member wanted a picture of “O for Ten Tongues to Sing”- which would have been the ten of us, all with our tongues sticking out.
I think I have been living out a song ever since it came out. The dates match my age.
Jackson Browne - “Running on Empty”
Desperado by the Eagles. I don’t know how they could write that song wihtout knowing me.
Well, I don’t know about the rest of you zombies, but I was a highwayman. Along the coast roads I did ride, a sword and pistol at my side . . . And I’ll always come again, and again, and again . . .
Such a geeky song, but I love it. 
I have stood on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.
I’ve gone to parties were I didn’t get laid, but did get in fights.
I have fought for my right to party, and vice versa.
I’ve seen the sun go down in China Grove.
I have fought the law, unsuccessfully.
I’ve left on a jet plane.
I have many friends in low places.
Don’t know about WANT to, but I have had the severe misfortune to live out Adam Sandler’s Piece of Shit Car…
Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Shadows paintin’ our faces
Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven’s holdin’ a half-moon
Shinin’ just for us
Let’s slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
I do believe I am living out every single one of Bonnie Raitt’s songs…
There’s plenty of times that I wanted to live out I Don’t Like Mondays, but I wouldn’t be shooting kindergarders…