the Tango of the Jumpurnupunupitfupupity

banjo, scat, trippy, country, weird-al, bluegrass

They’ve got webbed feet and a fiery flair,
When the swampy music fills the air.
Out they leap in a warty parade,
To tango in the muck where legends are made.

(Chorus)
Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit,
Their moves are slick, and their rhythm's vivid!
Inbreeding’s fine when the swamp’s your home,
They tango together through mud and loam.

(Verse 2)
There’s Cousin Croak with a lopsided grin,
His one good eye spins when the dance begins.
Aunt Wartilda leads with a toe so fine,
While Grandpa Ribbit croons, “This swamp is divine!”

Brother Toadsworth twirls on a lily pad,
While Sister Swampy’s got moves so rad.
Even old Uncle Slim, with his lazy eye,
Does a two-step shimmy as the skeeters fly by.

(Chorus)
Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit,
The swampy beat is wild, and they all get with it!
From tadpoles small to frogs grown stout,
They dance till the swamp gas knocks them out.

(Bridge)
Through cattails swaying in the murky light,
They tango, they twirl, it’s a swampy delight.
The croaks and ribbits become the tune,
A swamp-born orchestra under the moon.

A gator joins in with a chomp and a clap,
While turtles shuffle in their muddy nap.
Mosquitoes hum and the fireflies glow,
It’s a swamp-wide party, a ribbiting show!

(Verse 3)
Now the Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbits twine,
With love in their leaps and rhythm divine.
Yes, they’re inbred, but they don’t care,
They’ve got family pride and swampy flair.

From the oldest croaker to the smallest tad,
They hop and they spin, and it ain’t half bad.
The swamp is alive with their froggy spree,
A waltz of weird in perfect harmony.

(Chorus)
Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit,
Their tango’s magic; you just can’t quit it!
Swamp love blooms where the waters flow,
And frogs of all shapes put on a show.

(Outro)
So if you’re passing through that murky bog,
And hear the beat of a dancing frog,
Remember the name that’s hard to forget,
Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit!

They’ll tango forever, in their swampy groove,
A ribbiting clan with a froggy move.

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the Tango of the Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbits (Verse 1) Down in the swamp where the moonlight shines, Lives a frog family with peculiar designs. The Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit clan, The quirkiest hoppers in all the land. They’ve got webbed feet and a fiery flair, When the swampy music fills the air. Out they leap in a warty parade, To tango in the muck where legends are made. (Chorus) Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit, Their moves are slick, and their rhythm's vivid! Inbreeding’s fine when the swamp’s your home, They tango together through mud and loam. (Verse 2) There’s Cousin Croak with a lopsided grin, His one good eye spins when the dance begins. Aunt Wartilda leads with a toe so fine, While Grandpa Ribbit croons, “This swamp is divine!” Brother Toadsworth twirls on a lily pad, While Sister Swampy’s got moves so rad. Even old Uncle Slim, with his lazy eye, Does a two-step shimmy as the skeeters fly by. (Chorus) Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit, The swampy beat is wild, and they all get with it! From tadpoles small to frogs grown stout, They dance till the swamp gas knocks them out. (Bridge) Through cattails swaying in the murky light, They tango, they twirl, it’s a swampy delight. The croaks and ribbits become the tune, A swamp-born orchestra under the moon. A gator joins in with a chomp and a clap, While turtles shuffle in their muddy nap. Mosquitoes hum and the fireflies glow, It’s a swamp-wide party, a ribbiting show! (Verse 3) Now the Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbits twine, With love in their leaps and rhythm divine. Yes, they’re inbred, but they don’t care, They’ve got family pride and swampy flair. From the oldest croaker to the smallest tad, They hop and they spin, and it ain’t half bad. The swamp is alive with their froggy spree, A waltz of weird in perfect harmony. (Chorus) Oh, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit, Their tango’s magic; you just can’t quit it! Swamp love blooms where the waters flow, And frogs of all shapes put on a show. (Outro) So if you’re passing through that murky bog, And hear the beat of a dancing frog, Remember the name that’s hard to forget, Jumpurnupunupitfupupityribbit! They’ll tango forever, in their swampy groove, A ribbiting clan with a froggy move.

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