The 90s hip-hop group House of Pain’s smash hit “Jump Around”, is still popular at any event that hopes to excite their crowd. Although most people like “Jump Around’s” lyrics inspirational, some find them controversial. The song’s catchy beat that brings the bounce has contributed to its success. The song features a throbbing rhythm, saxophone sample, and explicit jump instructions.

Interesting Song Facts

• “Jump Around” features saxophone samples from Jr. Walker’s “Shoot Your Shot.”
• Most of the song comprises samples with an addition of guitars and live instruments.
• “Jump Around” borrows instrumentals from such as Harvey Arverne’s “You’re No Good” and Lowell Fulsome’s “Tramp.”
• The song gained popularity on major charts. Peak chart performances include the top three positions on the Billboard Hot 100 and the top 5 spot on Billboard Hot Rap Songs. “Jump Around” peaked at number 8 on the 1993 UK Singles Chart, and top 30 on the Eurochart Hot 100 of 1993
• The horn flourish at the song’s intro comes from “Harlem Shuffle” by Bob and Earl.
• Commercials for companies such as Bridgestone and Walmart frequently use “Jump Around” in their ads. In addition, the song was popular in the 2014 Coca-Cola Super Bowl ad.
• “Jump Around” has been featured in films such as Kiss of Death (1995), Black Hawk Down (2001), Jack Reacher (2012), Bridget Jones’s Baby (2016), and Mrs. Doubtfire (1993)
• TV series such as My Name is Earl, Parks and Recreation, and Veronica Mars featured “Jump Around” in some of their episodes.

Lyrics 

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me that’s a sin

I won’t ever slack up, punk you better back up

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew’ll act up

Get up, stand up (c’mon!) see’mon throw your hands up

If you’ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone’s talking junk

Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s hoe

Feelin’, funkin’, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes

Than there’s cops at a Dunkin’ Donuts shop

Sho’ nuff, I got props

From the kids on the hill plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump!

I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I’m smacking the hoe

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the Bible’s got Psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son I’ve returned

Anyone stepping to me you’ll get burned

‘Cause I got lyrics, but you ain’t got none

If you come to battle bring a shotgun!

But if you do you’re a fool, ’cause I duel, to the death

Trying to step to me, you’ll take your last breath

I got the skills, come get your fill

‘Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump!

I’m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig, ’cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger

Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega

But I ain’t going out like no punk bitch

Get used to one style and yo and I might switch

It up up and around, then buck buck you down

Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I’m coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics, homie I’ll wet ya

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump!

Yo, this is dedicated to Joe “The Biter” Nicolo!

Grab your Bozack, punk!