Don't give up your day job (day job) Don't give up your day job, boy (Don't give up your day job) Don't give up your day job (day job) What do you mean? This is my day job you shitcunt!
BOUNCE! (do The Bounce) BOUNCE! (dance The Bounce) Yeah, dance THE BOUNCE!
The Bounce is my favourite dance You know we're smashin' like glass I'm the teacher, you are the class Better learn it, don't be alarmed
OK people, have you heard my plans? I wanna make a record for ten-year-old fans! They can learn the dance; it will be a smash I can rob their parents' hard-earned cash
I could just be pop's latest fad I wanna have a dance like Whigfield had Credibility I can ditch If they can make me filthy rich
That's right, yeah, we don't quit If you don't wanna dance let's try your shit Just grab what you can hold; It's the bestest dance in the whole wide world
Basically what it involves is: Lots of bouncing from your shoulders Bounce your balls or bounce your boobs; Nod yeah if you've got these moves
Don't give up your day job (day job) Don't give up your day job, boy (Fuck shit up) (day job)
The Bounce is my favourite dance You know we're smashin' like glass I'm the teacher and you are the class Better learn it, don't be alarmed
I wanna make a dance, sell a million singles I won't stop ‘til my pockets all jingle I want my content on your phone; I'll charge six quid for a shitty ringtone
My dance will spread across the nation It could be the next overnight sensation Tacky merchandise and such bad taste I could go on kid's TV fucked off my face!
We're in a riot; we're ravecore We wreck everything that you stood for Such a fuss that we kick up If you wanna jam then fuck shit up
Swing your arm up vertically And nod your head aggressively Swing your wrist right round in circuits Do this stuff and it is merkage
Don't give up your day job (day job) Don't give up your day job, boy (Fuck shit up) (day job)
The Bounce is my favourite dance You know we're smashin' like glass I'm the teacher and you are the class Better learn it, don't be alarmed
What have they left us with? Why do they try and feed it? All you people eat it? What will we hear tonight? Another plastic lie from the factory?
BOUNCE! OH! Dance the bounce! Bounce your balls! Yeah! Dance the bounce! Bounce your balls! BOUNCE! Do The Bounce! YEAH DO THE BOUNCE!
Swing your arm up vertically And nod your head aggressively Swing your wrist right round in circuits Do this stuff and it is merkage
OK people, have you heard my plans? I wanna make a record for ten-year-old fans! They can learn the dance; it will be a smash I can rob their parents' hard-earned cash
I could just be pop's latest fad I wanna have a dance like Whigfield had Credibility I can ditch If they can make me filthy rich
That's right, yeah, we don't quit If you don't wanna dance let's try your shit Just grab what you can hold; It's the bestest dance in the whole wide world
Basically what it involves is: Lots of bouncing from your shoulders Bounce your balls or bounce your boobs; Nod yeah if you've got these moves
What have they left us with? Why do they try and feed it? All you people eat it? What will we hear tonight? Another plastic lie from the factory?
Don't give up your day job (day job) Don't give up your day job, boy (Don't give up your day job) Don't give up your day job (day job)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
