My Humps
Alanis Morissette vs. Black-Eyed Peas Lyrics


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Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out
I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these iceys
Dolce & Gabbana
Fendi and that Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion
I say no but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
Now keep on demonstratin'

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My humps they got you

She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky
Right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it
I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just Tryin' to dance, boy
And move my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps (lump)
My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)
In the back and in the front
(Lump) My loving got you

She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that breast
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make, you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me

So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)




So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "My Humps" by Black-Eyed Peas are controversial, to say the least. The opening lines ask the question, "Whatcha gon' do with all that junk?" which is followed by a series of overtly sexual references. The chorus repeats, "My hump, my hump, my hump," which has been interpreted as a reference to a woman's curves, particularly her breasts and buttocks.


On the other hand, Alanis Morissette's version of the song takes a more satirical approach to the lyrics. In her cover, Morissette transforms the lyrics, making them more ironic and introspective. She slows down the tempo, puts an acoustic spin on the song, and changes certain lyrics to be more gender-neutral. This is perhaps most evident in her delivery of the line "What you gon' do with all that junk / All that junk inside your trunk?" where she swaps out "your" for "our."


Overall, the lyrics of "My Humps" are incredibly divisive. Some people consider the song to be a celebration of the female form, while others view it as objectifying and demeaning. Morissette's cover highlights this duality, making the listener confront the inherent contradictions and societal expectations around femininity, sex appeal, and objectification.


Line by Line Meaning

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
What are you going to do with all this rubbish?


All that junk inside your trunk?
All that stuff in the trunk of your car?


I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
I'm going to make you intoxicated


Get you love drunk off my hump
Make you intoxicated with love from my attractive features


My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features


My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my cute body parts


Check it out
Listen up


I drive these brothers crazy
I make these guys go insane


I do it on the daily
I do it daily


They treat me really nicely
They are treating me nicely


They buy me all these iceys
They buy me all these jewels


Dolce & Gabbana
Fashion brand


Fendi and that Donna
Fashion brands


Karan they be sharin'
They share designs from the fashion brand Donna Karan with me


All their money got me wearing fly gear but I ain't askin'
They are paying for me to wear expensive clothing, but I am not asking for it.


They say they love my ass in
They say they love my behind, while wearing


Seven Jeans, True Religion
Fashion brands


I say no but they keep givin'
I'm saying no to their offers, but they continue to give anyway


So I keep on takin'
So I keep accepting


And no I ain't taken
And no, I am not abstinent


We can keep on datin'
We can keep dating


Now keep on demonstratin'
Now keep demonstrating your affection


My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
My affection, my affection, my affection


You love my lady lumps (love)
You love my attractive body parts


My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features


My humps they got you
My attractive features have you entertained


She's got me spending
She's got me spending money


Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, spending all your money on me


And spending time on me
And giving me your time


On-on me, on me
On me


Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
What are you going to do with all that rear end?


All that ass inside them jeans?
All that rear end inside those jeans?


I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
I'm going to make you scream


Make you scream, make you scream
Make you scream


'Cause of my hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump
My attractive features cause this reaction


My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my cute body parts


I met a girl down at the disco
I met a girl at the club


She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
She said, 'Let's go'


I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
I could be your girlfriend, you could be my man


Let's spend time not money
Let's spend time together instead of money


And mix your milk with my coco puff
Maybe we should try to have kids


Milky, milky coco
Milky, milky coco


Mix your milk with my coco puff
Maybe we should try to have kids


Milky, milky
Milky, milky


Right
Okay


They say I'm really sexy
They say I'm really attractive


The boys they wanna sex me
Guys want to have sex with me


They always standin' next to me
They are always standing next to me


Always dancin' next to me
Always dancing next to me


Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
Trying to feel my attractive features


Lookin' at my lump, lump
Looking at my cute body parts


You can look but you can't touch it
You can look but you can't touch


If you touch it
If you touch


I'ma start some drama
I'm going to start some trouble


You don't want no drama
You don't want trouble


No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
No trouble


So don't pull on my hand, boy
So don't try to hold my hand


You ain't my man, boy
You are not my boyfriend


I'm just Tryin' to dance, boy
I'm just trying to dance


And move my hump
And show off my attractive body parts


My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features


My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features, my attractive features


My lovely lady lumps (lump)
My cute body parts


My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)
My cute body parts


In the back and in the front
In the back and in the front


(Lump) My loving got you
My affection has you intrigued


Get you love drunk off this hump
Get you intoxicated with love from my attractive features


Whatcha gon' do with all that breast
What are you going to do with all that bust?


All that breast inside that shirt?
All that bust inside that shirt?


I'ma make, make, make, make you work
I'm going to make you work hard


Make you work, work, make you work
Make you work hard


So real (so real), so real (so real)
So true, so true


So real (so real)
So true




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Will Adams, David Payton, James Mccants

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@Denethorable

A haunting ballad about a woman who made the difficult decision of what to do with all that junk inside her trunk.

@StephanWagnerMathieu-ci9lq

The analysis there surprised me. Gonna call it a review though. Analysis reminds me of anal that reminds me of Sodom and Gomorrah. Been paying attention to words/phonetics of languages lately - i'm a schizo/autistic middle aged dude with bad humps - and this video competes (but wins) against the one from The Strokes - The Modern Age (the one where Casablanca literally overcomes DiCaprio's Oscar winning acting without needing to kill a bear and to hide inside of its corpse - Julian just rolls on the floor, not laughing out loud, possibly drugged and annoyed to have to be drugged or drunk to satisfy the "papparazi" agenda for the fans , same thing than that news where Bieber spits on his fans but with different forms of dealing with annoyances, lack of privacy and magazines asking what god Bieber thinks about what the ideal woman would be like, i think he's depressed nowadays but Marilyn Manson is now a Belieber so, at least to me, that's progress on being a Real Christian like Bieber claims to be, Marilyn rules). It's all on the Small Things - like Blink 182 said.

@annalisavajda252

One of my favourite Hungarian girls.

@jmoconnell

Omfg. Hilarious comment

@lcat674

💀

@zachcouch8654

She is so brave

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@oc7805

She turned My Humps into an emotional ballad. Not only does she have a beautiful voice, she's also a comedic genius.

@AnnaLVajda

It's a sarcastic parody.

@molloyfan9229

No

@AdiRudi

Even if it's a parody, this is still by far the best version of the song

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