Sometimes, I feel like being young
Jumpin' around, jumpin' around
There can be a comfort in being loud
Marshall stack loud
Acting 'bout half my age
Everything's come a couple years late
I guess it's bad to complain
When everything's good, everything's great
Jump up, jump down, jump down
Tired of jumping around, jumping around
Jump
Today I realized I'm not so young
Jumping around, jumping around
With the French star in front of me
So educated and well respected
It can be embarrassing when you're this loud
So marshall stack loud
She covers her ears and I'm here
I'm a fool and not a bit proud
Jump up, jump down, jump down
Tired of jumping around, jumping around
How am I to find someone to settle down with?
Settle down
What choices do I have?
I'm not educated and I'm not respected
And what am I to do?
As the train leaves for Kensal Green
I can't come back to you
So, I send this music box to sleep to
Jump up, jump down, jump down
Tired of, tired of jumping around, jumping around
Jump up, jump down, jump down
Tired of, tired of jumping around, jumping around
Jump up
Short days and long nights
Short days and long nights
Seven more minutes please
Seven more minutes
Seven more minutes please
Seven more minutes
Seven more minutes please
Seven more minutes
Seven more minutes please
Seven more minutes
