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The Jump Ararnd EP (2013)

by The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican

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Jump Ararnd 03:54
Lyrics by Scott Doonican Listen up, listen in, we’re ‘bart to begin Well I came to sing, bugger me, what a sin But dun’t git yer backs up, if we turn t’sarnd up That’s how we roll, till the whole room just cracks up Get up, stand up, come on and chuck yer hands up When the crowd are reelin’, we mek ‘em hit t’ceilin’ I dun’t wear a string vest, ‘not like I’m a hunk I’ll eat a pork pie and then I’ll tek the crust home Think it, thunk it, we ha’n’t gorra drum-kit We’ve got more beats than seeds in a pumpkin Dun’t be shocked, sure ‘nuff we wain’t stop Coz we’ve got more hits than New Kids On’t Block We came to get darn Came to get darn So get art ‘yer seats ‘n jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump up jump up and get darn. JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! EVERYBODY JUMP! Just serve me a pint of Tarnlife on draught ‘Cos I’m nowt like a brush, I’ve nivver bin daft Well word to yer mother, I’m ‘ere wi’ me brothers And I’ve got more rhymes than a cart-load of others But just like a Bar-Steward Son I’ve returned, For anyone rocking but gently’s concerned We rewrite lyrics for you to have fun So if you‘ve come to see us, hope you have some Me rappin’ dun’t scan when I run art of breath We wear tank-tops, so we dun’t catch uz death Yes we dress to kill, uz hair it looks brill We’re t’Bar-Steward Sons and we aim to thrill We’re the cream o’t’ crop, we rise to’t’ top But we ain’t the kinda stuff they stick on Top Of The Pops You know we work greater than Mr Motivator As a personal trainer for Mr Johnny Vegas But we ain’t going out like no daft chuffs You know we’ve got style, yeah, you know we’re the right stuff We go art rarnd t’Tarn, sup the pints darn Fill up yer heead until you wek up like t’Dawn of the Dead We’re coming to get ya, coming to get ya Well we‘re spittin’ art lyrics ‘cos Westwood, we’ve bet ya!
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Lyrics by Scott Doonican Listen up, listen in, we’re ‘bart to begin Well I came to sing, bugger me, what a sin But dun’t git yer backs up, if we turn t’sarnd up That’s how we roll, till the whole room just cracks up Get up, stand up, come on and chuck yer hands up When the crowd are reelin’, we mek ‘em hit t’ceilin’ I dun’t wear a string vest, ‘not like I’m a hunk I’ll eat a pork pie and then I’ll tek the crust home Think it, thunk it, we ha’n’t gorra drum-kit We’ve got more beats than seeds in a pumpkin Dun’t be shocked, sure ‘nuff we wain’t stop Coz we’ve got more hits than New Kids On’t Block We came to get darn Came to get darn So get art ‘yer seats ‘n jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump ararnd Jump up jump up and get darn. JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! EVERYBODY JUMP! Just serve me a pint of Acorn on draught ‘Cos I’m nowt like a brush, I’ve nivver bin daft Well word to yer mother, I’m ‘ere wi’ me brothers And I’ve got more rhymes than a cart-load of others But just like a Bar-Steward Son I’ve returned, For anyone rocking but gently’s concerned We rewrite lyrics for you to have fun So if you‘ve come to see us, hope you have some Me rappin’ dun’t scan when I run art of breath We wear tank-tops, so we dun’t catch uz death Yes we dress to kill, uz hair it looks brill We’re t’Bar-Steward Sons and we aim to thrill We’re the cream o’t’ crop, we rise to’t’ top But we ain’t the kinda stuff they stick on Top Of The Pops You know we work greater than Mr Motivator As a personal trainer for Mr Johnny Vegas But we ain’t going out like no daft chuffs You know we’ve got style, yeah, you know we’re the right stuff We go art rarnd t’Tarn, sup the pints darn Fill up yer heead until you wek up like t’Dawn of the Dead We’re coming to get ya, coming to get ya Well we‘re spittin’ art lyrics ‘cos Westwood, we’ve bet ya!
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Written by Freddie Mercury Butchered by Scott Doonican

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released October 18, 2013

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The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican UK

Hailing from Barnsley, The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican are Britain's hardest working comedy band. Having played over 1,100 anarchic live shows to date, they are instantly recognisable for their immaculate hair and their stylish dress-sense. The have been critically acclaimed to be the UK festival scene's undisputed Kings of Parody. ... more

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