Bump me to the moon
Let me bump among the stars
And let me bump what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, bump my hand
In other words, baby, bump me
*It’s quarter to three,
There’s no-one in the place
'Cept you and me.
So set 'em up Joe,
I’ve got a little story
I think you should know.
We’re bumping my friend,
To the end of a brief episode.
Make it one bump for my baby,
And one bump for the road.*
Bumping another Saturday night.
Another Saturday night,
And I ain’t got no bumpin’.
I got some money 'cause I just got paid.
Now, how I wish I had someone to bump with,
I’m in an awful way.
*It was Saturday night, the moon was bright,
Bumping down its harvest light;
Music all around to hear,
Bump the stage and atmosphere.
Many bump to suit their taste,
Participate in the ego race;
Tonight’s the night for you to be
Biggest bump in history.*
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow bumped over the moon . . .
Time for another bump, I think.
Only the first bump of the day.
Second bump of the day.
My, some of us are feeling way bumpy.
Better bumpy than grumpy.
We don’t need no steenkin’ bumps.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she bumps into mine.
Bumpin’ on to new horizons.
Just bumpin’ on.
*Bumpin’ it, ooh, bumpin’ it–
I’m solid gold,
I’ve got the goods,
They stand when I bump,
Through their neighborhoods.
I’m bumpin’ it,
I’ve got the chance, I’ll jump at it,
No more, no more, dumpin’ it,
This time in life, I’m bumpin’ it!
Ooh-ooh-ooh!*
Hey, let’s get bumping again!
Okay!
New Dope Bump from stormy Arkansas.
So happy for threadgames. I missed it.