Polecat in the Hizzie!
Polecat in the Hizzie!
Polecat in the Hizzie!
Polecat in the Hizzie!
(Lauren London - additional vocals)
Copyright 2005 Zach London
From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"
Brom:
So neatly consuming it all with my eyes
In Katrina's fine living room, I could waste hours
Her memory book open, affixed to each page
Perfumed alliances, gently pressed flowers
Ichabod:
And Katrina's Psalm lesson
Begins promptly at nine
But I walk the grounds early
And imagine they're mine
Ichabod:
On her porch hangs a harness of fine English tan
Indian corn crossed like swords on her gates
Brom:
And strings of dried peaches and claw-footed chairs
Twist in the mirror of stout pewter plates
Ichabod:
And she counts lovers missives
As her father counts gold
Brom:
Like old playthings collected
Both neglected and old
Ichabod:
I come on command
With my hymnal in hand
And a smile that looks so sincere
But the horse at the gate
Means turn back it's too late
They don't have to play fair
You don't have to play hero down here
Brom:
But I can see it all now, with Katrina, my bride
Tying a ring with the strings of her purse
My fat-softened hands raising chalices high
Spilling with good life and toasting the universe
Ichabod:
And she counts lovers missives
As her father counts gold
Brom:
Like old playthings collected
Both neglected and old
(David Fernandes - drums and bass
Ivan Watson - piano and vocals)
Copyright 1997 Zach London
From "Ground Beef"
Christopher Custard is dying to meet
With Mary Molasses and Piccolo Pete.
One is endearing, the other discreet,
But God only knows which one.
Says Christopher Custard to Piccolo Pete
Mary is very endearing and sweet.
For one of these qualities we should compete,
But God only knows which one.
God only knows which one.
So Christopher Custard and Piccolo Pete
Stand shoulder to shoulder on Barnacle street
One is so nervous he's wetting his seat,
But God only knows which one.
Then Mary, who's never had too much to eat
(For while she's endearing, she's also petite...)
Hops up to her friends upon one of her feet,
But God only knows which one.
So hop to the beat of Piccolo Pete and I'll tell you why:
Hop to the beat of Piccolo Pete and then Piccolo Pete'll hop too
And take time to meet with Piccolo Pete and I'll tell you why
There never has been,
There isn't now,
And there never will be a meeter like you!
(Jeff Kleiner - harmonica)
Copyright 1998 Zach London
The Blue Jeans Song
We'll make the same remarks
If you wash them with the darks
Or wash them with the whites.
And no one's gonna care
What is under under there
If it's underwear or tights.
Mania
Mania,
You've got mania.
You're so crazy, you're so nuts!
No ifs, ands, or buts, buts, buts!
You're so crazy, you're so nuts!
Get out of here, you're nuts!
You're nuts with mania.
(Josh Siegel - co-author)
No recording available
Copyright 1993-1994, Zach London
