Must be a lyric from a song!

A mountain is something you dont wanna ferg with
You dont wanna ferg with
Dont ferg around
Dont ferg around
Dont ferg with billy, no
And dont ferg with ethel
You saw what just happened
To the guy with the flies

My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Don’t you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.

Oh ma darl'n
Oh ma darl'n
Oh ma darl'n Clemetine

Darling, darling darling
I can't wait to touch you

In the flesh

So ya thought ya might like to go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.
I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine,
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel,
And he sent us along as a surrogate band.
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand.

Makin my connection as I enter the room
Everybody's chillin as I set up the groove
Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody's dancin and their dancin for me
I'm your operator, you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to the party line

(Pink)

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

& tell the one you have there with you he'll have to go

...... downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown - no finer place, for sure
Downtown - everything's waiting for you

Father William saved her from the streets
She drank the lifeblood from the saviour's feet
She's Sister Mary now, eyes as cold as ice
He takes her once a week
On the alter like a sacrifice:cool:

Like a virgin, touched for the very first time,
Like a vir-ir-ir-ir virgin, with your heart beat, next to mi ee i ee ine....

Father Mackenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear
No-one comes near
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?

The town I came from was quiet and small
we played in the meadows where the grass grew so tall
in summer the lilacs would grow everywhere
the laughter of children would float in the air

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would a'rock me in my cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

Don't rock the boat, (don't rock the boat baby),
Don't rock the boat, (don't tip the boat over)

Cause I'd like to know where, you got the notion...