Bump for bump.
A late night bump.
*In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a bumper by his trade,
And he carries the reminders,
Of ev’ry glove that bumped him down
Or cut him till he cried out,
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the bumper still remains, mmm mmm…
*
Ah, Simon and Garbumper.
*Like a bridge over bumpy water,
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over bumpy water
I will ease your mind…
*
I’m afraid Bumpy water will give me Mal de mer. 
*Let us be lovers, we’ll bump both our fortunes together,
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner’s pies,
And we bumped off to look for America.
*
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling bumpy…
Ah! The “59th Street Bump Song (Feelin’ Bumpy).” Well done!
Warmer but stormy weather ahead. Better than bumpin’ snow.
*Don’t know why,
There’s no sun up in the sky,
Bumpy weather,
Since my man and I ain’t together…
*
Eat, sleep and breathe that you’re full of the stuff
Go back and tie it up tight
Wheat, meat, dairy-free tea, total happy clappy high on life
You should try it
You should know (you should know) bump on while no one’s looking . . .
Bump like nobody’s watching!
Bump bump bump
<shakes thread vigorously>
HEY WAKE UP IN THERE
yawn stretch
What’s that bumping?
Bump it up!!!
Did we forget to bump for a day or so? How could that happen?
Well, I obviously slept through it. But where was everybody else? Out bumping with other people?
I, for one, would never bump with anyone else.
Well, it seems to me that these days, nobody is bumping with anybody else.