Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hop I can't fly
Or paint with a mop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hopped and passed by
A twenty that dropped
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop, I can use both legs
But don’t since I’m cracked like the shells of scrambled eggs
I touch my nose and hop at parties that have kegs
But not with beer in hand because that would make a mess
I do not want to waffle, I hop and never skip
If told to stay grounded I think I might flip
And be hopping mad - a fire lit below
Which would not pan out well for me or anyone I know
And if the ground was bakin', and both my feet were bare
I would hop so that I would not have to bear
Burns on both of my feet since one would be in the air
The ground is not hot, I have shoes so people stare
There is no time to wait, I’ve got lots on my plate
My hunger for success is quite hard to sate
Since I would like to successfully skate
Last time I hopped and fell and they had to operate
Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hop I can't fly
Or paint with a mop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hopped and passed by
A twenty that dropped
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop, I feel my thigh ache
Running out of gas I feel as flat as a pancake
Hop, hop, hop, how much can I take?
Femur's my T-bone, its health is at stake
Should've loafed like bread, I'm about to break
I'm nothing like OJ I'm not well when I shake
Toes are getting corns, skin starting to flake
Hurts each time I land I would feel better in a lake
My hopping's led to casts since that is how I roll
My ankle joint, it's not easy to control
My hopping eats each cross training sneaker's sole
There’s no shoe for hopping, when I ask I see eyes roll
I'm like a hopaholic, that's exactly what I am
I get no sympathy I’m just called a whining ham
Except in dreamland after I count old lambs
Got to preserve my legs it seems that I'm in quite a jam
Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop
Wish that I could stop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hop I can't fly
Or paint with a mop
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
I hopped and passed by
A twenty that dropped
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why I hop
Don't know why I hop, really it's absurd
Bothfeetaphobic’s what I am, made up a word
If hopping was a crime, I would be interred
I'd like to hop in space since that seems easier
I hop in the car and get thrown out the door
They say they do it so I don't crash into the dashboard
Some call me Batman like bat bleep insane
Some call me Cassidy, because I hop along all day!
