from the clan of macnab in amerikay
my name is matt i am the cat and how are yall today
from the jumping little children and the kids we need to meet
check out little homey with his funkalicious beat

spending time spending rhymes is what i like to do
and the crazy energy is the jlc glue
these guys (chris & jay) are on the mic and theyre about to wail

come all you lads and lassies and listen to my tale
a little story that happend to me
one day as i was walking down to yeule by the sea

the sun was very bright; the day was very warm
'damn' i said, a guinness wouldnt do me any harm

so i went to the bar and i called for a stout
'im sorry', said the barman, 'the beer is sold out'
take the whiskey thats been ten years in the wood
no thanks, ill try the cider cause i hear that its good

well never never, and never, and never again
if i live to one hundred or one hundred and ten
for i fell to the ground and i could not get up
after drinking a quart of that Jonny Jump Up

after drinking quite a few of those i went into the yard
where i bumped into big brophie, the crispy nasty guard
come here to me, boy; dont you know i am the law?

well, i upped with my fist and i shattered that jaw
he fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
and i ran--what a plan?-before the sucka got up
i knew that if he caught me id be in the lock up

but it wasn't me that hit him it was the Jonny Jump Up

the next thing i saw down in yeule by the sea
was a cripple on crutches and he said to me
young man, if you can, please help me for a minute,
ive got a glass and there's nothing left in it.

im afraid of me life that ill be hit by a car
won't you help me cross the road to the bar?

after giving him a taste of that cider so sweet
he threw down his crutches and danced in the street



i went up to the lee road a friend for to see
they call it the mad house in cork by the lee
and when i arrived, the truth i do tell
they had the bugger locked up in a cell

said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can:
tell them im not crazy tell them im not mad,
it was only a sup of the bottle i had"

a man died in the union by the name of macnab
they washed him and laid him outside on a slab
and after mr. connor, his measurements did take,
his wife took him home for a very fine wake

about twelve o'clock, and the spirits was high
the corpse he sat up and says with a sight,
i can get to heaven, they wont let me up
till i take them a quart of that Jonny Jump Up.