Jumpin’

Jumpin’ from the fire into the pan

Burns the balls off this man

Changes the way he thinks and plan

Maybe he should go get a cat scan

 

Jumpin’ from the roof on the car

Knowing like this he wouldn’t go far

Still hoping maybe he’ll be a star

But probably should’ve learned to play guitar

 

Jumpin’ on the bed with her

Buying her clothes, jewels, and fur

Wishing she wouldn’t act like a cur

Feeling the cold, I shiver, brrr.

 

Jumpin’ on the paths

falling on my ass

gettin’ back up

smiling, wassup?

It’s old, it’s new, it’s jumpin’.

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