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You’re a pretty great crowd
For a Floval on a Tuesday night
A lot of minivans in the grass on the girl’s side
Yeah, and it’s all right
And you’re a pretty great crowd
For a Floval on a Tuesday night

There’s a lot of young faces
For a Floval on a Tuesday night
A lot of you just
Look younger than us
At least, based on your height
There’s just a lot of young faces
For a Floval on a Tuesday night

Think of the memories here
Flashbacks and might-have-beens
But at this time of the year
This place is basically overrun with tiny kids
This place is basically overrun with tiny kids

There’s a lot of youth here
And it kind of weirds us out a bit
There’s a thing we’d describe
As an underage vibe
And yeah, we have to admit
There’s just a lot of youth here
And it kind of weirds us out a bit

Even with all the adults
Grandmas and older sibs
There is an outbreak of sorts
This place is basically overrun with tiny kids
This place is basically overrun with tiny kids
This place is basically overrun with tiny kids


Malcolm London - backup vocals
Scarlett London - lead vocals, flute
Avi Wolkenberg - backup vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums, backup vocals
Shaina Wolkenberg - backup vocals

Copyright 2017 Zach London

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Mother says to make the bed
Father says to make some bread
I’ll make no bed, and I’ll make no bread
I’ll make a break instead
As soon as I pass Driver’s Ed
I’ll never go home again

Never go home
Never go home
Soon as I pass Driver’s Ed
I’ll never go home again
The road! The road! The road! The road!
I’ll hit the road and then
Hit the road forever
And I’ll never go home again

You’ve made of me a laughingstock
Barge in my room and never knock
With every tick of every clock
I’m closer to the day I walk,
Live off gorp and Freedom Rock
And never go home again

Never go home
Never go home
Live off gorp and Freedom Rock
And never go home again
The road! The road! The road! The road!
I’ll hit the road and then
Hit the road forever
And I’ll never go home again

So here’s the crux of my revolt
You treat me like I’m no adult
Just fling me from a catapult
I’ll join a band or join a cult
E ither way, the end result
I’ll never go home again

Never go home
Never go home
Either way the end result
I’ll never go home again
The road! The road! The road! The road!
I’ll hit the road and then
I’ll hit the road forever
And I’ll never go home again
I’ll hit the road forever
And I’ll never go home
Never go home
Never go home

Copyright 2017 Zach London

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Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine, Boy

Feels so good,
I think I’ll have more
I’m an emotional man
Go on, make fun,
I’ll do it for you
It’s emotional eating

Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine, Boy

Feels so good,
I think I’ll have more
I’m an emotional man
Go on, make fun,
I’ll do it for you
It’s emotional eating

Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine
Leave your troubs behind you
I moan start the sunshine, Boy


Copyright 2017 Zach London

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If you stick your thumbs
Stick them in your ears and shout
You are still drowned out by the drums
Loud as you are

Take it from the top (2…3…4)
Take it from the
Help us, Jesus, oh God
Just please make it stop
Stop that guitar

This is everything wrong
This is fair, at best
Everything’s wrong when it’s fair,
Fair I guess
There is nothing so pure in the whole entire middle Midwest
As an everyday song of a broken everyday mess
Everyday mess

Rock and roll is dead
Terminated with extreme prejudice,
A scheme I confess
It was I

Close enough for jazz
Close enough for rock and roll
I killed both and so who is next?
Now hip-hop must die

This is everything wrong
This is fair, at best
Everything’s wrong when it’s fair,
Fair I guess
There is nothing so pure in the whole entire middle Midwest
As an everyday song of a broken everyday mess
Everyday mess

To the left, to the left a clown
To the right, all right a joker
Stuck in the middle with you
Stuck at mediocre
To the left, to the left a clown
To the right, all right a joker
Stuck in the middle with you
Stuck at mediocre


Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2017 Zach London

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