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The BumpsI could never be a professional loverI don't even know what to say It doesn't really matter I'm drunk or I'm sober Talkin' only gets in the way But I ride in the middle of the road Traffic all around me I've got a language of my own Ridin' in the back of the van waitin' for the show to begin Hittin' all the bumpity-bumps Feelin' it go thumpity-thump Tappin' on the window outside Now are they gonna let us tonight? All the pretty girls have their own special language Anyone can see that they do What do they mean when they whisper sweet nothings Keepin' all their boyfriends confused? But I don't have no reason or no rhyme None of them could find me Feel like I've practiced all my life Nothin' ever happens on time, waitin' for the show is all Ride in the middle of the road Traffic swirls around me I have got a language of my own I don't know what to do with my hands, I never had a very good plan Now the band is starting to play I can sorta hear it okay Now I can feel the music inside Wanted, wanted, wanted tonight I ride in the middle of the road Traffic all around me I have got a lanugage of my own Any little music will do Listen for a minute or two Hittin' all the bumpity-bumps Feelin' it go thumpity-thump Tappin' on the window outside Now are we gonna go for a ride? |