Justine grew up near Mt. Carmel
Hiding from her brother’s friends
The Susquehanna River was
The furthest West she’d ever been
God knows it wasn’t safe to swim in
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, doesn’t it, kid?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Shaggy dog
Lost the world’s shaggiest dog
The sign said get a reward if you return the world’s
Shaggiest dog
She found a shaggiest dog
Went there
The butler looked at the dog
Said that it was too shaggy a dog
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, doesn’t it, kid?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Her dad was injured in Kuwait
Officially by friendly fire
Some new recruit he’d tried to prank
Went nuts and shot him in the thigh
Both were dishonorably discharged
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, doesn’t it, kid?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Shaggy dog
Lost the world’s shaggiest dog
The sign said get a reward if you return the world’s
Shaggiest dog
She found a shaggiest dog
Went there
The butler looked at the dog
Said that it was too shaggy a dog
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it, kid?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it?
Such a funny story needs a laugh track, don’t it, kid?
Copyright 2020 Zach London
Mother always said I’m gifted
I’m able, you’ll see
How the seat of power has shifted
Look who’s made V.P.
Check out all these fellas
Falling over in their jealousy
Lauding my potential until
I show propensity to lead
I’m a very special
Very special
Very special squirrel indeed, oh!
All we ever craved was freedom
To be dumb as sheep
Playing with the cards we’re born with
Just read ‘em and weep.
Though we’re all proponents
Of career success in rodents,
The fact is fluffy tails are
Distractions that our office doesn’t need
Do you think you’re special? (very special)
Very special (very special)
Very special squirrel indeed, Oh
Raw ambition’s unbecoming
Shouldn’t you be drumming up a nut to store?
Man, I’ve heard it all before
But they won’t bring me down
And they won’t subvert my claim
Every bird feeder’s fair game
Suddenly the fog has lifted
By fifty per cent
Mother always said I’m gifted
Is this what she meant?
Shattering the canopy of glass
Has brought of panoply
Of derision, yet I’m composed
And hold the power to succeed
I’m a very special (very special)
Very special (very special)
Very special squirrel indeed
Very special squirrel indeed
Ha ha ha ha
Special squirrel!
Lauren London - lead vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
On your thumb
There’s a lash
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
On your thumb
Still a lash
Now the thing will not come to pass
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Birthday girl
Here’s a song
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
On the cake
Still a flash
Now the thing you sought
Thing will not come to pass
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Dandelion
Parachutes
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
There’s a patch of fluff holding fast
Now the thing you want
Thing you burn for, yearn for
Will not come to
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Don't close your eyes
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - trumpet
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Steven Clausnitzer - keyboards, effects, additional production
Copyright 2020 Zach London
One hundred days hence
We’ll go out past the picket fence
And look back on today’s events
And process how we feel
Once Earth is scrubbed clean
Will we go back to being mean?
And once we’re out of quarantine
Will we isolate for real?
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
Don’t touch your own eyes
A recipe to dehumanize
The gently hoarded bath supplies
Are choking up our homes
But one lovely effect
Of being sorely circumspect
A golden hour to reconnect
With kids, and pets, and yes, with phones
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
Copyright 2020 Zach London
