Working the pits
Working digging up crystals
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Working the pits
Working digging up crystals
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Oh yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Working all day,
Working, digging by moonlight
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Working all day
Working, digging by moonlight
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Oh yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Nobody ever found love in a rock pit
Hey, hey, chisels 'n dust
Steve Hankes - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional lyrics
Roy Sexton - additional vocals
Copyright 2014 Zach London
Everybody loves Bezonce
Everybody loves Bezonce
Auburn-headed Becky
Auburn is her head
We're here to celebrate
Your birthday
So not a brunette, Becky
You're so not a brunette, thank God
But you spent all your money
On jars of almond butter
Everybody loves Bezonce
Everybody loves Bezonce
Auburn-headed Becky
Auburn is her head, we're
Auburn-headed Becky
Auburn is her head
Bezonce
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2014 - Zach London
Getting leveled up is just as sweet as it sounds
You will feel your powers growing by leaps and bounds
Time to move those chains and get a fresh set of downs
So smile like you shined on your belt test
Throw up your hands like the ceiling is caving in
Buckets of joy is the feeling we're bathing in
Throw up your hands like the ceiling is caving in
Throw up your hands
Uh oh oh oh oh
The ceiling is actually fine.
You're my secret victory, my flea-market find
We are double nasty with our powers combined
You could plant perennials in this state of mind
State of mind
So smile like you shined on your belt test
(Shine on, shine on)
Throw up your hands like the ceiling is caving in
(Belt test, belt test)
Buckets of joy is the feeling we're bathing in
Throw up your hands like the ceiling is caving in
Throw up your hands
Uh oh oh oh oh
The ceiling is probably fine.
(Shine on, shine on)
Throw up your hands like the ceiling is caving in
(Belt test, belt test)
Buckets of joy is the feeling we're bathing in
Throw up your hands 'cause the ceiling is caving in
Throw up your hands 'cause the ceiling is caving in
Throw up your hands 'cause the ceiling is caving in
Throw up your hands
Uh oh oh oh oh
The ceiling is flat out collapsed
Uri Avi - trumpet
Greg Kutcher - guitar
Lauren London - vocals
James Yorkshire - fiddle
Copyright 2014 Zach London
Hey Honey, gonna meet you down at the berl, oh
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
The water table's too high and so is my girl, oh
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
Crawlstars role call, ready to go
Boys, can you give me a hey (Hey!)
Hot dough in the cottonseed
Sizzling in that erl
Beignets in the frying pan
Crawfish soaking up cayenne
Takes me back to Lousianne
When you was my girl
Down at the berl
Hey, honey gonna
Say, sonny, gonna
Pretty kitty gonna meet you down down
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
Let's get a-packing
We 're going back in
I'm Sazerac-ing down down
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
Crawlstars role call, ready to go
Boys, can you give me a hey (Hey!)
Hot dough in the cottonseed
Sizzling in that erl
Beignets in the frying pan
Crawfish soaking up cayenne
Takes me back to Lousianne
When I was your girl
Down at the berl
Down at the berl
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
Down at the berl, Oh
Down at the berl, down at the berl, down at the berl
Crawlstars role call, ready to go
Boys, can you give me a hey
Hot dough in the cottonseed
Sizzling in that erl
Beignets in the frying pan
Crawfish soaking up cayenne
And I will die a happy man
When I take my girl
Down to the berl
Down to the berl
Jim Burke - additional vocals
Ellen Butler Lawson - vocals
Praveen Dayalu - additional vocals
Skippy Hankes - cajon
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Jeff Kutcher - washboard, vocals
Kyle Lawson - fiddle
Lauren London - vocals
Rob Pace - acoustic guitar
Russ Schwartz - additional vocals
Copyright 2013 Zach London