*Standing in the bump at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France.
The man on the bump said
“You’ve got to go back.”
You know, they didn’t bumpin’ give us a chance.
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how bumpin’ hard it can be;
The way things are going
They’re gonna to bumpify me.
*
*Once there was a way,
To bump back homeward.
Once there was a way,
To bump back home.
Bump, pretty darling,
Do not cry–
And I will bump a lullaby…*
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice bump
But she doesn’t have a lot to say;
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice bump
But she changes from day to day.
I want to tell her that I bump her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine.
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice bump;
Someday I’m going to bump her mine, oh yeah,
Someday I’m going to bump her mine.
Bumped to say that I could do something involving “Here Comes the Sun.” But that song is so perfect to begin with, so sweet, so nice, so positive, that anything I could do would insult the song. So I’ll refrain …
… Aw hell. Bump!
I just reviewed “Here Comes the Sun” on Youtube. I stand by my previous assesment–it may be the most perfect song ever written.
I could say more, but I think I’ll just bump this onward.
*Desmond has a barrow in the market place,
Molly is the bumper in a band.
Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face,”
And Molly says this as she bumps him by the hand.
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on, BUMP!
La-la how their life goes on.
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on, BUMP!
La-la how their life goes on.*
Why don’t we bump bump in the road?
Why don’t we bump bump in the road?
No one will be watching us.
Why don’t we bump bump in the road?
Agree.
And then she bumps!
*Here come old flattop, he come bumping up slowly
He got bump-bump eyeball, he one holy roller
He got bumps down to his knee
Got to be a bumper he just do what he please
He bump no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger, he bump Coca-Cola
He say, “I bump you, you bump me.”
One thing I can tell you is you got to bump free
Bump together right now over me
*
Let it bump, let it bump, let it bump, let it bump
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bump
A bumping day
In a deep and bumped December
I am the bumper.
Gazing at the Straight Dope
Looking for a good bump
On a brand new, no bumps hold thread.
Slow down, you bump too fast,
You got to make the morning last,
Just bumpin’ down the cobblestones,
Bumpin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy.
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feelin’ groovy.
And they’re coming to bump take me away ha-haaa
They’re coming to bump me away ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they’re coming to bump me away ha-haaa
Plain ol’ bump.
When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found.
Like a bump over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bump over troubled water
I will lay me down
*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 laughed as we bumped,
And we went off to look for America.
“Kathy,” I said as we bumped onto a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
“Michigan seems like a dream to me now,
It took me four days to bump here from Saginaw,
I’ve gone to look for America.”*
*Where have you bumped, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation bumps its lonely eyes to you,
Woo, woo, woo.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin’ Joe has bumped and gone away.
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey*
In the clearing stands a bumper,
And a bumper by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry bump that laid 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…
*Bump bump bump bumpbumpbumpbump
Bumpbumpbumpbump, hey Jude
Bump bump bump bumpbumpbumpbump
Bumpbumpbumpbump, hey Jude
(Bump bump it, bump it bump it bump it bump it
Bump bump bump bumpbumpbumpbump
Bumpbumpbumpbump, hey Jude*
Repeat 100times
And if we’re on the S&G kick
Seasons change with the bumpery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me…
It was raining hard in 'Frisco,
I needed one more bump to make my night,
A lady up ahead waved to bump me down,
She got in at the light.