(With your turban on) (Jumpin' as a jaybird) When you're smiling, when you're smiling The whole world smiles with you And when you're laughing, oh you're laughing Then, the sun comes shining through when you're crying you bring on the rain Stop your

Like the tag's still on me Jumpin' 'round in your bag You are the feeling I'm jammin' to (brand new) Got the tags still on me So I just wanna say Thank you for this day 'Cause it is so good

Work work work work Jump in, jump out Work work, bitch you better work! Get buck, get buck Walk that walk (walk) Show me how you move it and you Walk that talk (talk) Let's just snap in to it

Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you

When we go up We do it loud They never believe what we’re talking about Snare to the kick to the bass makes them jump Everybody listen Listen to the melody 'Cause we need each and everyone of you To go long with the song

Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in Maker take the body don't want it wants me A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play Swim

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

La la la la la la la la And blow down the door. On to the next To dance with the poor. Jump on my shoulders. You can jump on my shoulders. I'm scared of the city I say we rob from the rich We rob from the rich

why'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Yeah, Stong Arm Steady One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Loudmouths is always talkin