Elvis Costello – Jump Up Lyrics  Share

From Elvis Costello's album: My Aim Is True

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
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over
I was a statue standing on the corner
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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
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