One. two. three. Bump!. One. two. three. Bump!. . Come on everybody! Do the Bump!. . There''s a new dance that is going around. Called the Bump. do the Bump.
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him. From a killing in the market on the war. The children left King Midas there as they found him. In his counting house where nothing counts but more.