Old Man Mike - Rump Lyrics

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month

Yeah I see your rump
And its shaking all around
What do you want from me (hmm)
Five pound?
Spent all my money
On last nights jam
And I made a sandwich of
Cheese and ham
You're welcome to the crust though
It's quite nice
Seven seed loaf
And a nice think slice
Spread a bit of butter
It'll do just right
At least get you through
To the end of the night

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month

It's getting quite live
Keeping up at this pace
With your knee shake drums
And your rubble double bass
Face it you'll always be
Two step away
Cos my feet go shhhwm
And my toe taps ace
No matter competition is replaced
With a contest
For the most debaucherace
Applications should be taken care of
With haste
'Cos it's first come first served
It don't matter what you make

No gain if you didn't do the pain
Insane if you think that its the same
This fame game is a study in shame
You can hold a smoking pistol
And still not get the blame
But your soul gets sold all the same
No matter of your ethics you're a puppet on a string
So be wary when you're choosing stones to sling
'Cos the walls of a glass house are never what they seem

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month

(Now once there was a time
When I cared about something
But right about now
I couldn't care about nothing except
Me and mine and mine and not yours
If you got a problem
Then you know where's the door)

'Cos when the snare
And the kick
Makes a double team, Jamin
Not an army in the world
Are gonna stop your feet tapping
It's a liberation cause
Right before the great panic
When there's fighting in the streets
And there's raving in The Attic

Bought draw maybe twenty years or more
Spent a small fortune on Rizla and Raw
And poxy twenty bags that couldn't make it to a score
And broken garage pipes fell and cracked on the floor
No saying why my back is so sore
I haven't done a press up
Since Gazza last scored
The crickle in my spine
Makes me feel like I could fall
And my legs don't ache anymore
They just bawl

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month

This house party should be what the doctor warned
I balance my prescription with drum and baseball
And talking shit to me is like a competition sport
I can wax lyrical with the worst of them all
Anyway should be quite a nice do
Keep an eye on the door for the bad man crew
We don't need no people trying to make this go rude
We got sausages on sticks and a vat of home brew

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month

Girl I see your rump
(Shakalakalaka)
Shake it to the front
(Shakalakalaka)
Make a pocket jump
(Shakalakalaka)
It's the first of the month