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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 Letras de cancionesWhen anyone can tell That good old Jumbo Was only to 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 Fuck 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 From Letras Mania