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The Bounce Lyrics
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! Do The Bounce! (bounce your balls) Yeah, do The Bounce! (bounce your balls)
Yeah, do THE BOUNCE!
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
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/If you wanna dance then strut 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, why do people eat it?
What will we hear tonight?
Another plastic lie from the factory?
BOUNCE! (OH!) Do The Bounce! (Bounce your balls)
Yeah do 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/If you wanna dance then strut 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, why do 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)
=]=]=]
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 your balls) Yeah, do The Bounce! (bounce your balls)
Yeah, do THE BOUNCE!
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 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 wanna have a dance like Whigfield had
Credibility I can ditch
If they can make me filthy rich
[If you don’t wanna dance let’s try your shit/If you wanna dance then strut your shit?]
Just grab what you can hold;
It’s the bestest dance in the whole wide world
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, boy (Fuck shit up) (day job)
You know we’re smashin’ like glass
I’m the teacher and you are the class
Better learn it, don’t be alarmed
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
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 wreck everything that you stood for
Such a fuss that we kick up
If you wanna jam then fuck shit up
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, boy (Fuck shit up) (day job)
You know we’re smashin’ like glass
I’m the teacher and you are the class
Better learn it, don’t be alarmed
Why do they try and feed it, why do people eat it?
What will we hear tonight?
Another plastic lie from the factory?
Yeah do The Bounce (Bounce your balls)
BOUNCE! (do The Bounce, YEAH DO THE BOUNCE!)
And nod your head aggressively
Swing your wrist right round in circuits
Do this stuff and it is merkage
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 wanna have a dance like Whigfield had
Credibility I can ditch
If they can make me filthy rich
[If you don’t wanna dance let’s try your shit/If you wanna dance then strut your shit?]
Just grab what you can hold;
It’s the bestest dance in the whole wide world
Lots of bouncing from your shoulders
Bounce your balls or bounce your boobs;
Nod, yeah, if you’ve got these moves
Why do they try and feed it, why do people eat it?
What will we hear tonight?
Another plastic lie from the factory?
Don’t give up your day job, boy (Don’t give up your day job)
Don’t give up your day job (day job)
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Ahh I do love this song. In my opinion, I think it's trying to get at the fact that everybody's under the infulence of the media. They "feed" us with advertisment etc. for all their products etc., and we all go crazy and buy it.!I also think it's saying that media targets the younger audience these days, so they spend their parents money on their products - "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". Yeahh I'm finished using long words and shit. I proper love this song rofl. (Y)!
"What do you mean? This is my day job you shitcunt!"
I LOVE that line.
I definately think it's about how all these popular dances come out for these crappy songs, but everyone does the dance anyway, even though the dance sucks and the song it goes to sucks. But this song doesn't suck. And I would be proud to do the bounce. (:
"This is my day job you shitcunt!" I THink tha means like in movies when the interview people say, "Dont give up your dayjob," or "Don't call us, we'll call you." Like to ease the Dissapointment, but thats their JOB! I think that song overall is about Fakes trying to get rich rom one cheap little song that gets boring after awhile. But find it funny that the song is a mick take on the "Pop-Get-Rich-Quick" and this website offers a FREE RINGTONE. ;D This song is so awethome and i love Hadouken! thought I'm not sure How you say it :S HADOUKEN! KICK ASS!