Jump Up — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Everybodys talking like they cant sit down

And looking like they cant stand up

It must be the lastest style

And theyve seen a lot of things that you never see

Back on the mile up to the hanging tree

Some people cant keep their fingers clean

Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene

Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last nights obituries



Jump up--hold on tight

Cant trust the promise or a guarantee

cause the man round the curve says that hes never heard

Of you or me



No tombstone would ever surprise me

When Im 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 its 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 cant understand that dont mean that youre blessed

They ought to catch the express next stop no where

That way you can forget



Jump up--hold on tight

Cant trust the promise or a guarantee

cause the man round the curve says that hes never heard

Of you or me