Grab every single one of your friends

And start a Mumford band

Take a Mumford stand

Ya don't need a drummer in a Mumford Band

Ya just stomp your feet and ya clap yer hands

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Pack yer bags. We're goin' to mumford land

We got our own spoonman

Scuse me sir I'd like to know where is this Mumford land?

It's somewhere between Limmerick and Williamsburg Brookland

So pull up your suspenders, chug another jug of wine

Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1899

We strum on our guitars so hard, we break our strummin' hands

We use the toaster filter when we post on instagram

We used to be the house band for The Antiques Roadshow

Someone sound the trumpets now lets do some hey's and ho's

Ho's and Hey's

Hey's and Ho's

3 cheers for the Lumineers

They're a Mumford Band

And Phillips Phillips

He's a Mumford man

Well he's more of a Mumford kid.

We saw "Oh Brother Where art Thou"

And said lets start a band right now

Our clothing and our songs are hand me downs (spoon solo)

They way we play is pure and honest

bordering on weird and Amish

Technology is what we abolish in Mumfordland

Cus we're a Mumford band

The oldest latest fad

Laddie plays the washboard, Wendel plays the fipple flute

Bare Knuckle boxing's How they settle band disputes

Emmet plays the jews harp and Bill plays his own mustache

Thaddeus the barkeep and he makes us cocktails in a flash

Joe scratches the victrola like an old timey DJ

We've got too many members now the stage is cavin' in

Can't tell where the audience ends and where the band begins

Hey mumford fans

We need an ambulance