Jumbo - Punch Brothers

Lyricist：Punch Brothers

Producer：Punch Brothers

Well here comes Jumbo with a phone in his hand

Bet it's been a while since you seen a real man

Grown up strong on the fat of the land of the free

Sure I guess he got off to a hell of a start

With his grandpa's money and his daddy's heart

But you oughta know privileged is a pretty hard thing to be

You know

Whoa

Here comes Jumbo with a knife and a tan

And an elephant's tail for his Instagram

Grown up brave on the fat of the land of the free

See the twinkle in his eye like a torch in the dark

On a court approved stroll through the city park

Whistling which of you purebreds

Gonna bark at my theme song goes a little something like

Here comes Jumbo

American as gumbo

Skin white as new corn liquor hair black as molasses rum though

He ain't dumb no

You elitist bums go

Get yourselves off of Capitol Hill

'Cause we've just about had our fill

Of y'all playing Columbo

When anyone can tell

That good old Jumbo

Was only trying to help

Only trying to help

Oh help us out with one now Jumbo

Here comes Jumbo

American as gumbo

Washed in the blood of the little man

Singing fee fi fo fum bro

'Til his kingdom comes so

You elitist bums can go

F**k yourselves off of Capitol Hill

'Cause we've just about had our fill

Of wondering what is and isn't rigged

When there's all these unadopted kids

Ready to swim across the bering sea

To feast on the fat of the land of the free

They're twiddling their thumbs though

While y'all play Columbo

With poor old Jumbo