Like a Seesaw that Bumps Your Rump
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
I wont pretend to be amazed,
When the rush begins to slow...
And your flow is on hold!
Don't be mean...
When you see me get over a hump!
I was too keen,
To realize I might be dumped!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
I wont pretend to be amazed,
When the rush begins to slow...
And your flow is on hold!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
That one hint given...
Got me up to go!
And that seesaw that you ride is old!
You're on your rump alone and now it shows!
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
And that seesaw that you ride is old!
You're on your rump alone and now it shows!
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin your rump.
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin' your rump.
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin' your rump.
Like a seesaw ride!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All You Wanna Do Is Bump
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
Peace...
Bump bump.
Is hard to find...
Go bump bump.
When on your mind...
Bump bump.
Is thumpin' on someone's rump!
Said, peace...
Bump bump
Is hard to find...
Go bump bump.
When on your mind...
Bump bump.
Is thumpin' on someone's rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too,
We bump bump.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hook Up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh.......
He was lookin' said he wanna hook up
But she don't wanna hook up
Told him, just go (Go!)
And now she lookin' said she wanna hook up
He really wanna hook up
Told her, let's go (Go!)
Baby, I can't believe everything
Your body make me wanna do,
From the way that you move on the floor,
Now I think I'm in love with you
Grab my waist
Wanna get with the rhythm of the move ya' do, do
Switch my hips on the floor,
do it slow, to keep up with you
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it out now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor now
Watch out, baby
I'm a drop a little somethin'
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin'
And check out baby
When I do a little somethin
You know, baby
Let's hook up a little somethin'
Baby, I can't believe everything
That I feel when I dance with you
From the small of my back to the breath on my neck
To the move you do
Put your body
Gotta get my body up right next to you
Move the party
Gotta rock the party until they're over you
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor (x2)
Boy, I can't explain
What you do to me
My whole world has changed
Im living a fantasy
Tonight, I'm in the mood
Please take me by your hand
I wanna get in your groove
oh, baby, take me there
The bodies are shakin
Wanna get my body, keep shakin
Better get your butt out here baby
Cmon lets go...
So do how you do it
Drop it down, bend over, get to it
Make it pop back down to the ground
Pick it up, let's go... (x2)
Don't stop
Just get, get on the floor
Butt drops
Hips pop, poppin' for sure
Who's got, got it
Get it some more
One time, two times, three times we go
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
Watch out, baby
I'm a drop a little somethin'
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin'
And check out baby
When I get a little somethin
You know, baby
Let's hook up a little somethin'
Back it up now
bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
song performed by by Britney Spears
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When I Was A Kid, Grandpa Hurt His Head
we are riding on a seesaw
i am the kid and you are the old man
now you are up
watch out
for i am getting out!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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California
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky
Silent movie gods are flashing in your eye
Said go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Lon chaney calling
Spelling out your name
Where everybody's different
But they're all the same
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
You are perfect you are insane
We love to watch you break from the pain
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Hit the lights and
Strip down on the floor
Everybody hates you
But they want some more
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to california
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to california
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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(Go To) California
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky
Silent movie Gods are flashing in your eye
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Lon Chaney calling
Spelling out your name
Where everybody's different
But they're all the same
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
You are perfect you are insane
We love to watch you break from the pain
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Hit the lights and
Strip down on the floor
Everybody hates you
But they want some more
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to California
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to California
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Dear father,
Dear father of mine,
silly father,
loved father,
I miss you so. I miss the way you would make me laugh,
I miss hugging you and hearing your hart beat bump,
bump, bump bump,
bump, bump.
I miss seeing you If you only
new that I love you but waiting
for your love back.
poem by Melissa Schreuder
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Goose Bump Me Weak from a Grumpy Crunch
Who do you think you are to me?
Someone who keeps my eyelids separate,
Fluttering to close but don't shut together to sleep?
You come with a touch to tremble me deep!
Goose bump me weak from a grumpy crunch that leaps.
You think you got it like that?
Like that you think you got it?
I'm not quick to say come take this!
Take it quick and then from me split.
Thump my heart and pump me up...
Make me believe I can rub your rump!
To leave me heated for you to dump?
You think you got it like that?
Do you?
Well...
You do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Was the Wrong Time, Done
I needed it!
And wanted it,
Submitting.
I admitted I was there to get every bit,
Of it!
Yes...
I did!
I needed it.
And wanted it,
submitting.
I admitted I was there to get every bit,
Of it!
I had been the one stubborn,
Sitting on a bump.
So grumpy I couldn't dump the funk!
Trying to put up a front I did.
To camouflaged my rump that stunk!
But even in its hiding,
It was not hidden enough...
To excuse or forbid.
I needed it!
And wanted it,
Submitting.
I had been the one stubborn,
Sitting on a bump.
So grumpy I couldn't dump the funk!
But even in its hiding,
It was not hidden enough...
To excuse or forbid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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R&B Junkie
I feel like bumpin' to some old skool
I feel like dancin' all night with you
I feel like bumpin' to some old skool
I feel like dancin' all night with you
Chorus
Baby time to set it off
We can bum, bump all night
Wanna get my freak on
D.J. keep the party hype
Do the Wop, Don't you stop
Or just smurf from left to right
We could bounce, skate & rock
Play that old skool I like
Verse 1
Ok, here we go
Take it back
Let's get it funky
(I'm a) R&B junkie
You know it babe
Groove me, on the floor
Like that
Music is bumpin'
(Ride it) Get all up on it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tell me can u keep it up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Til they kick us out the club
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Lookin' like you're having fun
You know how we do it's old skool love
Chorus
Verse 2
Ew babe, remember that
Was the jam
DJ is scratchin?
(Go head just get it, get it)
I'm cabbage patchin?
Front, back, side to side
When you slide, so electric
Love how you wreck it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tell me can you keep it up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Til they kick us out the club
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Lookin' like you're having fun
You know how we do it's old skool love
Chorus
I feel like bumpin' to some old skool
I feel like bumpin' to some old skool
I feel like bumpin' to some old skool
I feel like dancin'
It's time to set it off
Chorus
Yeah
Ooooooh
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Get a Grip
This extraordinary trip,
Is going to involve backflips.
Upsetting what is 'normal'
With a normalcy perceived squeezed from it.
Bringing many to vomit.
And leaving many more quite sick.
However...
The awareness of what comes,
Is better than denying none of it comes to exist.
Get a grip!
There is no avoiding it.
Even magic applied will not disguise the ride.
It is going to deliver...
A bump to the rump of those already grumpy.
And lumps galore,
To the throats of those who had been bored.
This is not a tease to appease as before.
Get a grip!
You will witness there is no joking about this!
Blindfolds?
Only if those using them,
Can promise their use...
Will buffer the screams that begin.
And the first jolt experienced,
Introduces a breathtaking scene.
Some will think gets progressively mean.
Get a grip!
Especially those opposed to reality!
And accustomed to rely on denial to hide them.
This 'trip' is going to hit,
Like an unblocked fist that strikes in transit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Physics investigates the essential nature of the world, and biology describes a local bump. Psychology, human psychology, describes a bump on the bump.
quote by Willard Van Orman Quine
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Kindergarten
There is so much
Noise
in kindergarten school
so much of their quarrel
is all about
A green rubber
band
beside a seesaw
and some
white balls
as early as this age
each has learned
already the convincing power
of a fist and a
pinch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Baby Do You Wanna Bump
Do you wanna bump?
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
B.u.m.p. bump
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
B.u.m.p. bump
... (long instrumental part)
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
B.u.m.p. bump
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
B.u.m.p. bump
... (long instrumental part)
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
song performed by by Boney M.
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Country
I saw lots of dust,
From the bus through South Dakota.
I was a passenger on my way to L.A.
I wish I took a train or a plane,
From Minnesota.
Instead I took my time,
And went the cheapest way!
Riding that seat on the bus,
Every bump my rump and the wheels
On that bus had found.
I couldn't stretch,
To lay my tired body down.
I looked around from the window,
And spotted a Caribou.
I stopped my cussing long enough,
To enjoy the view.
I felt a bit country!
As I started to hum a tune.
I thought of Mount Rushmore,
And Buffalo roaming plains!
I felt a bit country!
Thinking of things I'd do!
Like hiking and biking...
And skipping L.A. to see!
I saw lots of dust,
From the bus through South Dakota.
I was a passenger on my way to L.A.
I wish I took a train or a plane,
From Minnesota.
Instead I took my time,
And went the cheapest way!
And began feeling country.
With a native Indian mood.
Thinking of the tribes who survived,
The Wild Wild West!
I sat feeling country.
Changing up my attitude.
Imagining the Sioux...
And those rough times that they knew!
When I arrived in L.A.
I had forgotten I had wished I'd flew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father In Need Of A Son Complex
I don't need your protection.
You are not my father.
You have what I call the father in need of a son complex.
You want me to be part of your family.
Yet I still barely know you.
Even with all the gifts you have given.
I far from ask for them.
A donation should always be kept anonymous for this reason.
Creating fictional debt is all in ones head.
Nothing legally binding.
Yet I'm suppose to allow you do as you please on my property.
I think not.
The way you treat me can be quite offensive.
Like I owe my life as daily servant.
You want to do as you ask with out question.
You make decisions for me way too fast.
It will eventually bite you on the rump, bumpy bump.
For soon or later one of decision your happily making.
Will be completely rejected.
And you will be stuck with whatever it is.
And I really don't care if you were intoxicated.
And I don't want your million apologies or excuse for acting like a jerk.
I could say it in other not so nice verbal slurs.
But why make it any worse.
I'm not your son, just get over it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The higher the ape climbs the more he shows his rump.
Early Mornin'
Early mornin'
All right, I was out real late last night
Got a little messy
Early morning
Can't be like that anymore, oh
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Wanna talk to
When he walked up someone grabbed him
But I liked him to come here
Kinda cool
Baby, we can make plans
Where ya live
Does your mama live there
We can hook up at the hotel
Hands down so
I told him, let's go
But waht happened next, guess?
But you don't wanna know
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Oh, in love
So I approached him
We gotta give him his friends
There's something bout him that show
So I said, what the hell
Let's go
Got up, got on the dance floor
Hooked up with a guy named Joe
When the music was fast and slow
But waht happened next, guess?
But you don't wanna know
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, b
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Riding To Town
WHEN labor is light and the morning is fair,
I find it a pleasure beyond all compare
To hitch up my nag and go hurrying down
And take Katie May for a ride into town;
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our lay.
There's joy in a song as we rattle along
In the light of the glorious day.
A coach would be fine, but a spring wagon's good;
My jeans are a match for Kate's gingham and hood;
The hills take us up and the vales take us down,
But what matters that? we are tiding to town,
And bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la sing we.
There's never a care may live in the air
That is filled with the breath of our glee.
And after we've started, there's naught can repress
The thrill of our hearts in their wild happiness;
The heavens may smile or the heavens may frown,
And it's all one to us when we're riding to town.
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la we shout,
For our hearts they are clear and there's nothing to fear,
And we've never a pain nor a doubt.
The wagon is weak and the roadway is rough,
And tho' it is long it is not long enough,
For mid all my ecstasies this is the crown
To sit beside Katie and ride into town,
When bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our song;
And if I had my way, I'd be willing to pay
If the road could be made twice as long.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Way Down Yonder
The Thingamabobs and the Diddleysquats,
Ate platypus-puke and hot booger-tots.
The Tiddleywinks and the Snickerdoodles,
Had roasted head lice with stink-bug noodles.
They played all day on the purple seesaw...
Then headed on down to the Mardi Gras!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Bump It
Phat Beats
Phat Drums
Phat Beats
Phat Beats
(Tongue roll) stick 'em
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well (4x)
[Verse 1]
You know I love it when they play my beat real loud
Because it moves the band and then it moves the crowd
You know I love it when they play my sh-t sky high
It puts me in a daze
[Bridge]
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Won't you shake it just a little for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you buss it
Won't you roll a lickle something for me
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Won't you shake it just a little for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you bump it
Won't you shake it for me, shake it for me
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well(2x)
[Verse 2]
You know I love it when they play my beat real loud
Because it moves the band and then it moves the crowd
You know I love it when they play my sh-t sky high, high, hiiigh, high
[Bridge]
Oh, Oh, oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Can you roll a lickle for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you buss it
Won't you shake it just little for me
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Can roll a lickle something for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you bump it
Won't you shake it for me, shake it for me
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well(4x)
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
African beats and nature sound effects until end
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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