Everybody`s talking like they can`t sit down
And looking like they can`t stand up
It must be the latest style
And they've seen a lot of things that you never see
Back on the mile up to the hanging tree
Some people can`t keep their fingers clean
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night`s obituaries

Jump up--hold on tight
Can`t trust the promise or a guarantee
`Cause the man `round the curve says that he`s never heard
Of you or me

No tombstone would ever surprise me
When I`m locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox
Got holes in my socks
They match the ones that I got in my feet
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over
I was a statue standing on the corner
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats?

Candidate talkin` on the radio from the "Cheaters Jamboree"
It must be their latest fool
`Cause it`s a two-horse race and he changed his bets
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes

Some people judge and they just guess the rest
They can`t understand that don`t mean that you`re blessed
They ought to catch the express-next stop no where
That way you can forget

Jump up--hold on tight
Can`t trust the promise or a guarantee
`Cause the man `round the curve says that he`s never heard
Of you or me
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Jump Up Lyrics

Elvis Costello – Jump Up Lyrics

Songwriters: COSTELLO, ELVIS
Jump Up lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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