This late in our lives
We’d be remiss
If we don’t strive to be basically nice
Tricycles crash
But once in a while
I get this thing when it’s hard not to
Smile up at the sky
What a delightful day
Try filing away
Such a delightful romp
Stomp into my room
I’m a delightful guy
Zoom into my day
It’s a delightful romp
Delightful romp
Delightful romp
La la la la
La la la la la la
La da da da
La la la la
La la la la la la
Crap.
There’s some raccoons
Up in the roof
Tapping out telegraph messages
God knows it’s the truth
Maudlin’s in style
But I got this thing where it’s hard not to
Smile up at the sky
What a delightful day
Try filing away
Such a delightful romp
Stomp into my room
I’m a delightful guy
Zoom into my day
It’s a delightful romp
La la la la
La la la la la la
La da da da
La la la la
La la la la la la
Burst into the void
It’s a delightful deed when you
Lead first with your heart
Then you start a delightful romp
A delightful romp
Chomp at the bit
Ready to go
You’re a delightful kid
And you’re so not gonna quit
Oh, no
It’s a delightful romp
Delightful romp, delightful romp
Delightful romp, delightful romp
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
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M in STEM in academics
Slope is m in y=mx
Hope is slim when casting votes
When we’re taking names and kicking asymptotes
The rabble is fighting verbally
With parabolas and hyperbole
The abacus of the economist
Has become fabulous in its commonness
Numerical honesty is our policy
And honestly our quality’s bottomless
When equality’s an anomaly
The wannabes gonna be anonymous
You must trust our data’s
Just greater, just too muscular
Only thing worse than a hater’s a traitor
And the only thing worse than a traitor’s a buzz killer
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
You Y’s
So many foreigners
Father, teach us about satire
So many foreigners
Very well
So many foreigners
Former foreigners
Swarming the borders of California
Forming enormous forces just to
Force us to gorge on gorditas and force-feed us shawarmas
Alarmist you call me?
Ya’ll appall me
if you don’t support the deporting of hordes and enforcing the borders,
You’re a morally horrible moron, at best
And at worst a deplorable commie
Of thank you, father!
So let me pro forma forewarn ya California
It’s cause and effect
And there’s always a formula
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
You Y’s
You Y’s, you Y’s, you Y’s
Police brutality?
We can mangle it
Sexuality?
There’s an angle
The gang’ll link net neutrality to infant mortality
In a newfangled way til you can’t disentangle it
Takes two to tango, so says Jane Doe
It’s true, but I’ll prove two isn’t a single number
It’s an entire rainbow.
Me#Two
Lies and damned lies and stats
To beautify the plutocrats
Customized for the fattest cats
Lies and damned lies and stats
Lies and damned lies and stats
To beautify the plutocrats
Customized for the fattest cats
Lies and damned lies and stats
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
Time to trick out your TI-85s
Give me Xs and I’ll make you Y’s
You Y’s
You Y’s, you Y’s, you Y’s
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
This year, millions will fall in love
Most were born since I met you
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
A girl in our dorm was misunderstood
I was no bully, but I smiled and stood by
And stood by the notion that I was the good guy
In this narrative I created
The summer before you’d had terrible headaches
Your boyfriend was, let’s just say, into athletics
You broke up and signed up for campus paramedics
Just to prove to yourself that you’d hate it
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
They say you’re not an artist if you don’t feel things deeply
But I don’t like fireworks, I see them concretely
Just 2D patterns you could achieve much more cheaply
On a screensaver from the nineties
I was painfully cautious, too fragile for first moves
A swing and a miss with a kiss would be worse than the worst news
But you brought the fireworks, and oh, how the Earth moves
I’ve never felt weaker in my knees
This year, millions will fall in love
Most were born since I met you
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
Copyright 2018 Zach London
Na na na na na na
My my my Mateo
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Shave those pits as The Lord intended
Now throw your hands up
Like you jumped off a
Like you jumped off a bridge
‘Cause your friends did
Drop the cash
Take off the mask real slow
Then throw your hands up
Like you jumped off a
Like you jumped off a bridge
‘Cause your friends did
S.O.S. you’re a henpecked mess
But don’t call Mateo
Don’t call ‘til you’ve got a
Bona fide verified code red
Sweet damn
That’s my jam
Saltier than Play-Doh
On the tongue
You better run
You better r-
Na na na na na na
My my my Mateo
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
My my my Mateo
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
I asked a question
Who was offended?
Now throw your hands up
Like you jumped off a
Like you jumped off a bridge
‘Cause your friends did
Don’t scream when the coaster’s plunging
Just throw your hands up
Like you jumped off a
Like you jumped off a bridge
‘Cause your friends did
Got a long run
With the wrong plus one?
Don’t call Mateo
Don’t call ‘til you're at the
Z e r o h o u r
Dark skies
Don’t talk, guys
Turn the volume clockwise
If you can
You’re a pigeon walking through a puddle
Three steps and your footprints evaporate
Na na na na na na
My my my Mateo
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
My my my Mateo
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Lauren London - additional vocals
Colin Lyness - keyboard
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Copyright 2018 Zach London
