The Bumps - David Byrne

I could never be a professional lover

I 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?