Sometimes, I feel like being young 

Jumpin' around, jumpin' around 

There can be a comfort in Being loud (Marshall stack loud) 

Acting 'bout half my age 

Everything's come a couple years late 

I guess it's bad to complain 

When everything's good, everything's great 

Jump up, jump down 

(Jump down) 

Tired of jumping around 

(Jumping around) 

(Jump) 

Today I realized I'm not so young 

Jumpin' around (jumping around) 

With the French star in front of me 

So educated and well respected (well respected) 

It can be embarrassing when you're this loud 

So Marshall stack loud 

She covers her ears and I'm here 

And I'm a fool and not a bit proud 

Jump up, jump down 

(Jump down) 

Tired of jumping around 

(Jumping around) 

How am I to find someone to settle down with? (Settle down) 

What choices do I have? 

I'm not educated and I'm not respected 

And what am I to do? 

As the train leaves for Kensal Green 

I can't come back to you 

So, I send this music box to sleep to 

Jump up jump down 

(Jump down) 

Tired of (tired of) jumping around 

(Jumping around) 

Jump up jump down 

(Jump down) 

Tired of (tired of) jumping around 

(Jumping around) 

(Jump up) 

Short days and long nights, short days and long nights 

Seven More Minutes please, Seven More Minutes 

Seven More Minutes please, Seven More Minutes