Start A Mumford Band - The Key of Awesome

Grab every single one of your friends

And start a Mumford band

Take a Mumford stand

You don’t need a drummer in a Mumford Band

You just stomp your feet and you clap yer hands

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Pack yer bags, we’re goin' to Mumfordland

We got our own spoonman

'Scuse me, sir, I’d like to know where is this Mumfordland?

It’s somewhere between Limerick and Williamsburg, Brookland

So pull up your suspenders, chug another jug of wine

Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1899

We strum on our guitars so hard, we break our strummin' hands

We use the toaster filter when we post on Instagram

We used to be the house band for The Antiques Roadshow

Someone sound the trumpets, now let’s do some heys and hoes

(Hoes and heys) (hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho)

(Heys and hoes)

Three cheers for The Lumineers

They’re a Mumford Band

And Phillip Phillips

He’s a Mumford man

Well, he’s more of a Mumford kid

We saw «O Brother, Where Art Thou?»

And said, «let's start a band right now»

Our clothing and our songs are hand-me-downs (spoon solo!)

The way we play is pure and honest

Bordering on weird and Amish

Technology is what we abolish in Mumfordland (except for our iPhones)

Cus we’re a Mumford band

The oldest latest fad

And Johnny Depp’s a fan

Laddie plays the washboard, Wendel plays the fipple flute

Bare-knuckle boxing’s how they settle band disputes

Emmet plays the Jew’s harp and Bill plays his own mustache

Thaddeus the Barkeep makes us cocktails in a flash

Joe scratches the Victrola like an old-timey DJ

Jill’s on social media, she twitters from the stage

We’ve got too many members now the stage is cavin' in

Can’t tell where the audience ends and where the band begins

Hey mumford fans

We need an ambulance

Hey, ho!