I'm going riding on a sleigh ride pulled
By a one-legged horse and a two-legged bull
A three-legged nag
And a four-legged foal
It's Christmas and I'm in love
Christmas and I'm in
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One-legged horse-drawn sleigh
We're going riding on a sleigh ride pulled
By a four-legged mare
And a three-legged mule
Two lovers hover round the
One log of yule
It's Christmas and I'm in love
Christmas and I'm in love.
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One-legged horse-drawn sleigh
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2014 Zach London
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet, feet, feet
Put my hand on a heaven's plow
Lord, Lord, Lord, won't you show me how
And when I go down
If the plow is still in my hand
I'll be plowin' the promised land
Put my hand on a heaven's spade
Lord, Lord, Lord, how the children prayed
And when I go down
If the spade is still in my hand
I be spadin' the promised land
Good Lord smote that fire out
Wasn't that a mighty day
The stone that was the stone of doubt
The stone done roll away
The stone roll away, little sister, little sister
The stone roll away, little sister, little sister
The stone roll away, little sister sufferings of every kind
'Til got heaven on my mind
Put my hand on a heaven's plow
Lord, Lord, Lord, won't you show me how
And when I go down
If the plow is still in my hand
I'll be plowin' the promised land
Put my hand on a heaven's spade
Lord, Lord, Lord, how the children prayed
And when I go down
If the spade is still in my hand
I be spadin' the promised land
In my troubles, Lord, walk with me
Gwine to war agin de debbel, Lord, walk with me
When the big bell's a-tollin', Lord walk with me
Almighty! Glory! Mercy! Lordy!
From a heaven on to Lebanon to Galilee
River Jordan flow slow and shallowly
Let me shiver in the river, Lord, set me free
The forgiver in the river will deliver me
The soul may be sullied
With a melancholy malady
Of jealousy and fallacy
Of malice and brutality
The soul may be sullied by
The burdens of reality
But man is made to clear it
With his spirituality
And though eventuality
We face our own fatality
Purity will palliate
The surety of mortality
A person's personality
Must master his morality
To avert eternal burning
On account of a technicality
Put my hand on a heaven's plow
Lord, Lord, Lord, won't you show me how
And when I go down
If the plow is still in my hand
I'll be plowin' the promised land
Put my hand on a heaven's spade
Lord, Lord, Lord, how the children prayed
And when I go down
If the spade is still in my hand
I be spadin' the promised land
Put my hand on a heaven's plow
Lord, Lord, Lord, won't you show me how
And when I go down
If the plow is still in my hand
I'll be plowin' the promised land
Put my hand on a heaven's spade
Lord, Lord, Lord, how the children prayed
And when I go down
If the spade is still in my hand
I be spadin' the promised land
Ellen Butler Lawson - vocals
Lauren London - vocals
Scarlett London - vocals
Copyright 2013 Zach London
From "Steak"
There's not enough Gatorade
In this world
To replace all the sweat
I've lost for you girl
All I do is drink
But it's never enough
Never enough
I used to have moves
But I'm losing my chops
I used to shoot hoops
Now I just shoot hops
I'd call it love
If you'd stop calling the cops on me
I could sit here 'til I die
I can almost taste it
Eternity is a long long time
But I
I'll find ways to
I'll find ways to
Waste it for sure
Your eyes freak me out
Cause the colors don't match
You like to see me sniff
But I never get to scratch
All I do is whine
But it's never enough
Never enough
You're like a Magic 8-Ball
That got stuck
I shake and ask again
But still I'm out of luck
The candy machine
Keeps spitting my buck back out
And I could just sit here 'til I die
I can almost taste it
Eternity is a long long time
But I
I'll find ways to
I'll find ways to
Waste it
Copyright 2001 Zach London
Pushy Bush:
Harn! Listen up and pay me heed.
Can't you see that your people are in need
Harn:
Am I hearing things or am I being beckoned by a weed
By a weed By a weed Oh, yes indeed.
Pushy Bush:
Harn! You must go to Pharoah's land.
It is time, it's time to make a stand.
Harn:
Mr. Bushy Bush, I don't think that I understand
Undestand why to go to Pharoah's land.
Pushy Bush:
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Harn! We must bring him down to size.
There's no other way to stop him otherwise.
Harn:
Mr. Pushy Bush, there must be some way
We could compromise, compromise,
It could save a lot of lives.
Pushy Bush:
Harn, you can't compromise with sin.
Any day now the uprising will begin!
Harn:
Mr. Pushy Bush there really is no way that we can win,
We can win, you know Pharoah won't give in.
Pushy Bush:
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Oh, let my people go!
Harn! You've got no time left to lose.
In your circumstance you really can't refuse.
Harn:
Mr. Pushy Bush I guess I have no choice left but to choose,
But to choose to emancipate the Jews.
(Maury Loeb - co-author
Mitch Rotter - co-author)
No recording available
Copyright 1993 Zach London
