Slaine - Jump Around 2005 lyrics
[Slaine - Jump Around 2005 lyrics]
Come and throw your hands up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
If you got the feeling, jump up
Touch the ceiling
Yeah, I got a big bag, Mick Jagger
Roll up on you, the zig zagger Irish kid
He-say she-say conniving kid
Can you really get down with what I just did?
I'm a bad man underneath the Irish lid
With a screw loose
Let's see if the pliers fit
Got the "Who? What? When? How? Why?" and shit
'Cause, I'm fat like a cellulite giant bitch
So what's going on, Left? Give me an Opto
We can stay around just like Jimmy Gestapo
Murphy's Law, thirsty jaw
Alcoholic and I'm way worse than before
Bet our bottom dollar that we
First in the door cripes, it's the mics that
Are cursing at George
Or maybe it's me cursing at mics
With blood on my pants and
My shirt to my Nikes
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
If you got the feeling, jump up
Touch the ceiling