Meta-Gumble, the first song is “Don’t Fence Me In.” The lyric says “…on my cayuse,” etc. Cayuse is a type of horse.
Don’t know about the second song.
Ha! It’s by George Harrison. The title is “Hong Kong Blues.”
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
memmorieessssss, light the corner of my mind
misty water colored memories
of the way we weeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee
painted pictures of the smiles we left behind
misty watered colored memories of the way we were
can it be that it was all so simple then
that time has rewritten every line?
if we had the chance to do it all again
would we
could we
memmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmooooooooooooooories
may be beautiful and yet
what’s too painful to rememer we simply choose to foORORGETTTT
so it’s the laughter
we will remember
because whenever we remember
the way we were
*
Oops; I think one bucket too many of misty water colored memories jumped on that bus
Well I am never embarassed by any song that I know the lyrics to, because, well, I’m obsessed with em. But songs that friends seem to think I should be embarrassed about:
I, too, thought of Ice, Ice Baby immediately. Followed immediately by MC Hammer’s Can’t Touch This [My, my, music hits me so hard, makes me say Oh My Lord, Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and a too-hype beat…] and any Milli Vanilli song.
But I do usually redeem myself when I offer up a flawless (tempo- and lyrically-speaking) rendition of We Didn’t Start the Fire.
(ahem) If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow…
Several verses of gobbledygook (uncle C says so). At least I’ve forgotten all the sub-Tolkein crap ::shudders::
Actually it’s not. George Harrison may have covered it, but since it’s featured in a bar scene in the Bogart/Bacall movie To Have and Have Not I’d say it predates him by a few decades.
As Johnny Carson used to say: “I did not know that!” Thanks.
I cried a tear, you wiped it dry
I was confused, you cleared my mind
I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And held me up, and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me . . .
I feel dirty.
whenever there is a guilty-pleasure-song type of thread, I must contribute
There’s a port - on a western bay
and it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
Talking about their homes
Now there’s a girl in this harbor town
and she works, layin’ whiskey down
the sailors say “Brandy - fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine
Don’t tempt me - I can keep going…
Oh - and the obvious toughie:
I know all the lyrics to “Bye, bye Miss American Pie” and can play it on guitar. Did it often enough that it is kinda burned in my brain.
More More More
How d’ya like it How d’ya like it
More More More
How d’ya like it
How d’ya like my LOOOOOOOOVE
Actually, I know way too many disco songs for a responsible adult.
Come listen to my story ‘bout a man named Jed.
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Until one day he was shootin’ at some food,
And up from the ground came a bubblin’ crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea
Now first thing you know ol’ Jed’s a millionaire.
kinfolk said “Jed, move away from there,”
They said “Californy is the place you oughta be.”
So he loaded up his truck and he moved to Beverly
Hills that is, swimming pools, movies stars.
I have no idea why I remember that. I don’t think I watched that show more than half a dozen times.
Well, since everyone and there muth-a has mentioned Vanilla Ice I’ll just add my favorite lyric from Ice-Ice Baby:
Rollin’ in my 5 point 0,
Got the rag-top down
So my hair can blow…
I toss that out everytime my wife and I are driving around and see some mullet-wearing goof-ball driving a Mustang GT. (Not to say all Mustang owners are mullet-wearing goof-balls).
So, other ones I am embarrassed by…
Tag-Team back again,
Check it, Direct it, Let’s begin!
…and to go in the exact opposite direction…
Oh a-way down yonder on the Chattahoochie,
It gets hotter than a hoochie-coochie!
Wordman - Growing up, that was one of my mom’s favorite songs. She’d listen to it over and over again as she owned it on a 45. I learned the lyrics to that song then and thankfully had forgetten all about it since then. I now must go mix Ajax and water in my ear canals - are you happy now? 
MeanJoe
Damn Joe, you just reminded me of “Chatanooga Choo-Choo” by Glen Miller, my Mum used to play it a lot…
*Pardon me boy
is that the Chatanooga Choo-Choo?
Track 29
And you can give me a dime
Can you afford to board the Chatanooga Choo-Choo?
Yeah i’ve got my fare,
and just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania station at a-quarter to four
read a magazine and then you’re in Baltimore
dinner in the diner,
nothin’ could be finer
than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina…
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Hey, lady/You, lady
Cursin’ at your life
You’re a discontented mother and a regimented wife…
I still remember most of the libretto to Starlight Express, which was my favorite musical when I was about twelve (I’ve long since grown out of that).
Indeed, now I have the title song stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, thread!
At work I only listen to classical music because I can’t concentrate to anything with lyrics that I can sing along with. As a result the people who work around me have always given me a hard time when they discovered that I do, in fact, listen to non-classical stuff.
The fact that I knew the words to The Time Warp utterly stunned a former co-worker. For two weeks afterward he would try to get me to sing it. I’ve had five years of operatic voice training but I get very bashful when put on the spot like that.
Ditto. 
Oh…
We got a right to pick a little fight
Bo nan zaaaaa…
Would you like to hear the theme from Star Trek now?
That’s a Hoagy Carmichael tune - what album did Harrison cover it on?!
I think I only know embarrassing song lyrics. “Yummy Yummy” by the 1910 Fruitgum Company is a good example.