Letra de Jump Up (Honky Tonk Demo) - Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Letra de canci�n de Jump Up (Honky Tonk Demo) de Elvis Costello & The Imposters lyrics
Everybody�s talking like they can�t sit down
And looking like they can�t stand up
It must be the lastest 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 obituries
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
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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 lastest 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
And looking like they can�t stand up
It must be the lastest 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 obituries
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
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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 lastest 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
