If everybody had an ocean,
Across the U.S.A.,
Then everybody’d be bumpin’,
Like Californi-yay,
You’d seem ‘em wearing their baggies,
Huarachi sandals too,
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo,
Bumpin’ U.S.A.
Chuck Berry did not like that bumping song. Can you say plagiarism?
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could bump a guitar just like a-bumpin’ a bell
Do you know what it means to bump New Orleans
when that’s where you left your heart?
If I had a bump,
I’d bump in the morning,
I’d bump in the evening,
All over this land.
I’d bump out danger,
I’d bump out a warning,
I’d bump out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
To every thread- bump, bump, bump
There is a bumping- bump, bump, bump
And a time to every bumping on the Straight Dope.
A bump to be born, a bump to die
A bump to plant, a bump to reap
A bump to kill, a bump to heal
A bump to laugh, a bump to weep
To every thread- bump, bump, bump
There is a bumping- bump, bump, bump
And a time to every bumping on the Straight Dope.
A bump to build up, a bump to break down
A bump to dance, a bump to mourn
A bump to cast away stones
A bump to gather stones together
To every thread- bump, bump, bump
There is a bumping- bump, bump, bump
And a time to every bumping on the Straight Dope.
A bump of love, a bump of hate
A bump of war, a bump of peace
A bump you may embrace
A bump to refrain from embracing
To every thread- bump, bump, bump
There is a bumping- bump, bump, bump
And a time to every bumping on the Straight Dope.
A bump to gain, a bump to lose
A bump to rend, a bump to sew
A bump for love, a bump for hate
A bump for peace, I bump, it’s not too late!
Thanks, Annie. Now I’ve got a bumpin’ earworm.
Yay, Annie! That was bumpin’ great!
Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy bumpey
A kiddley bumpey too, wouldn’t you?
A bump it was, and what a bump it was, it was,
A bump of innocence,
A bump of confidences.
Long ago, it must be,
I have a bumpograph.
Preserve your memories,
They’re all that’s left you.
All i can say is bump.
A long-awaited bump, Beck. I think that’s the longest this thread has gone without a bump of some sort.
And here’s another one: BUMP!
Let’s reset the clock: BUMP!
My clock is always bumping 2 minutes behind.
Then bump it two minutes forward, Beck.
It’s a bumpin’ easy thing to do.
Hey, I’m easy. Easy like a bumpin’ morning.
We don’t need no Mod involvement
We don’t need no closing threads
No banning any jerky posters
Hey! Moderators! Leave this thread alone!
All in all it’s just another bump of this thread
All in all it’s just another bump of this thread.
Just a rainy Friday bump.