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Bow blucka boom
Boom blucka bow
Lord, I would maroon you
If I only knew how
Boom blucka bow
Bow blucka boom
This resignation letter is directed to whom?
But in any case
I’ll have one less thing to fret about
When you get about a million miles out of my face

Quack quack

Got a good-old-boy charm
Got a pocket full of org charts
And I’m one bannister ride from a whole new floor
From a whole new floor
Oh ee oh ee oh
I can pepper my prose with aplomb
But I’m not above greasing a palm
Greasing a palm or two

All the rhythm’s in my wrists
I’m like, “I do not dance so good.”
She’s like, “You’re wrong.
You do not dance so well.”

Peepholes are peepholes
Necessary evils
I see some people
And I want to leave ‘em on the porch

Two three four
Bow blucka boom
Boom blucka bow
Lord, I would maroon you
If I only knew how
Boom blucka bow, yeah
Bow blucka boom
This resignation letter is directed to whom?
But in any case
I’m gonna have one less thing to fret about
When you get about a million miles out of my face

Quack quack
Quack quack quack

Pompon
You’re hot stuff with a Pompon
On the wrong sideline and I’m
One calendar page from a calendar page from a beautiful sunset
Oh ee oh ee oh
It’s like I’ve never south of the bridge
Damn. I really need to get out more
All the color’s out of my face
I’m like, “I do not feel so good.”
She’s like, “You’re wrong.
You do not feel so well.”

Peepholes are peepholes
Necessary evils
I see some people
And I want to leave ‘em on the porch

Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2019 Zach London

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Input = song one has heard
Output = nod semi-rhythmically
Billion lines of code
Align just so
Synchronize
It’s a miracle

Function = favorable mate
Output = launch show-off protocol
Billion lines of code
Align just so
Make eyes
It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle

I’m crashing, I’m swearing
I’m a syntax error
I’m a tragic anomaly
I can’t run, run, run
Guess I’ll keep plugging, chugging in vain
Debugging, I swear I’ll fix me eventually
I’m gonna run
Gonna run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run

If self-doubt > 1
GOTO terminate social acumen
Billion lines of code
Align just so
Breakdown
It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle

Take the weekend off to reboot
Output = reset all variables
Billion lines of code
Align just so
Unplug
It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle

Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - cornet

Copyright 2019 Zach London

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I’m not sorry that I’m sloppy
I’m slop slop sloppin’ around
I may be a mess
But I wear it well
A base of slapdash and a dash of pell mell
Do your face, do your hair, do you copy?
Oh no
I’ve got a bone to pick
With spick and with span
And oh, man
You’ve figured me out
I just can’t stop slop sloppin’ about

I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy

I’m not sorry that I’m sloppy
I don’t regret that I get happy
I do when I clap
And ruin the song
I can’t stop slop slop sloppin’ along
To the bounce of my beloved jalopy
Come on in
My sweatshirt’s big enough for both of us, Babe
What can I say?
I’m tip top at slip slop sloppin’ away

I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy
I’m so sloppy

Lauren London - vocals

Copyright 2019 Zach London

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Some things are reaching a breaking point
Down at Charcot's joint
Have you heard?
He's called a battle for naming rights
In the City of Lights
We scoured Europe for polymaths
Who know all the tracts
This game's action potential will fill the stands
So A-D-duct your hands

They'll be finding the lesion
F-F-F-F-finding the lesion
Never needed a reason to localize before
Everyone is finding the lesion

Yo
Babinski's coming to take control
And to scratch your sole
The U.K.'s hero let's his superpowers shine
With his Gower's sign
Alzheimer knows when he tangles with you
You'll be plaque and blue
Plaque and blue
But the crowd goes mini-mental for Korsakoff
When the gloves come off

They'll be finding the lesion
F-F-F-F-finding the lesion
Never needed a reason to localize before
Everyone is finding the lesion

Lesion
F-F-F-F-finding the lesion
Never needed a reason to localize before
Everyone is finding the lesion
They'll be finding the lesion
F-F-F-F-finding the lesion
They never needed a reason to localize before
Everybody find your own lesion
Everybody find your own lesion


Lauren London - additional vocals
Russell Schwartz - additional vocals

Copyright 2019 Zach London

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I’m not too smug or not
Such a juggernaut
I can’t fall hard
I called an audible
Accidentally overlapped with the mainstream and blew my
Hipster cred as if I ever had a shot at cred
Cause I’ve been saddled with
Every shade of privilege
More buckets than Baskin Robbins

Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine

In my head I see
All my pedigree
Gen A-X
Some Lithuanians
Rolling in their unmarked graves
And shouting “Kids these days,”
Meanwhile, my descendants can’t defend the shame I’ll bring
“He was only a product of his time,” they’ll say,
“But that does not forgive this.”

Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine

Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine


Copyright 2019 Zach London

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