Pick up my guitar and play,
Just like yesterday,
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray,
We don’t get bumped again!
bump everything up to Condition Red and stand by.
Do not turn that motherfucking bump on!
There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a bumpway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a bump she can get what she came for.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and she’s buying a bumpway to heaven.
I know that this bump
Is the work of a chump.
Does it clump
Or crump?
Will people dump,
Flump,
Or act like a frump,
A glump,
Or Forest Grump?
Or take a hump
Or a jump,
Or go klump,
Or be a krump,
Or a kump
Of a lump,
You can plump
Your pump,
Or on your rump
You can slump
On a tree stump,
And the pipe that’s stump,
You can use to thump,
Donald John Trump
That stupid whump
I finally got some sense knocked into me, and I’ve got the bump to prove it.
Just bumping to applaud Annie’s excellent contribution. Nicely done, Annie!
I’m bumping here again.
Got some ice off the driveway today. The ice was making it bumpy.
Huh?
goes back to sleep
^^^bumping in your sleep again?
I fell out of bed once, and bumped myself on the floor.
I just dream of bumping.
I like dreamin’ cause dreamin’ can make you mine.
I like bumpin’, closing my eyes and feeling fine.
A “Thank You” bump.
#me too Bump.
A “You’re Welcome” bump.
Bumping, you say?
Bumping, yes. Exactly.
What part of “bumping” don’t you understand? The “b” the “u” the “m” the “p” the “i” the “n” or the “g”?