Trampoline Songtext
von Michael O'Connor

Blue slide trombone in a six piece band
In the gutter where the winners got blood on their hands
Workin′, workin' ′til the whole shack swings
Like a blind man jumpin' on a trampoline
The small print's what the kid can′t read
And it′s hard, it's hard with your ass in the breeze
Workin′, workin', scufflin′ up your knees
Like a blind man jumpin' on a trampoline


A ten dollar suit, a thirty dollar gig
Lise Jackson to tighten your wig
Suzy Goodpuss is gonna loosen the noose
Her head full of stitches and a holly tattoo
The sign on the door reads "No colors can′t be worn"
Rich folks slummin' get what they bargain for
When you're safe across the tracks I′ll be sleepin′ in my car
If you whistle the tune, put your cabbage in the jar

Thirty-one nights in the month of May
And forty-nine jobs this band's gonna play
Workin′, workin', pray your lips don′t bleed
Like a blind man jumpin' on a trampoline

Like a blind man jumpin′ on a trampoline
Like a blind man jumpin' on a trampoline