Jump Up Lyrics - Elvis Costello

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 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 

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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 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 

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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