Baby's got her name
On the big rock down on Washtenaw
She's gone too far
She's gone too far
Baby's got her name
On the big rock down on Washtenaw
She's gone too far
She's gone too far
And presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold like prayers and dreams
Presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold like prayers and dreams
Presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold and hot and cold so
Come on, way oh, nana nana
Come on, way oh, nana nana
Dang!
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Dang!
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Babys got her face
On the brick wall down on Liberty
She's in too deep
She's in too deep
Babys got her face
On the brick wall down on Liberty
She's in too deep
She's in too deep
And presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold like prayers and dreams
Presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold like prayers and dreams
Presidents and favorite teams
Run hot and cold and hot and cold so
Come on, way oh, nana nana
Come on, way oh, nana nana
Dang! Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Dang!
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Dang!
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Dang!
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Think I'm gonna start a fight
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2016 - Zach London
It's great to see you smile
I haven't see that
Haven't seen you for a while
Great to have you back
Do you want to hang out now,
Or wait 'til you unpack
Can we please just hang out now
What was Maui like
We saw volcanic rock
And had an awesome hike
How's the weather there
It rained a lot
But we had too much fun to care
Can we please just hang out now
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Can we please just hang out now
Jon Greenlee - Drums, bass, additional vocals
Malcolm London - Co-author
Copyright 2015 Zach London
One could just laugh, one could try to
Choreograph one two step hop
My claim to fame
Wait, I don't have one
Half of the hearts here could stop
I got a handshake, it's gold-plated
Billowing parachute silk
Reality checks are post-dated
Billowing parachute silk
Na na, nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
London sounds British but it is
Probably Yiddish so
God save the Queen and save our Kiddush
Spare the rod, London broil the child
Patience or violent upheavals
Billowing parachute silk
Which is the less of two evils
Billowing parachute silk
Na na, nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Nie ya ya nah yie di dee die na na
Jon Greenlee - drums, bass, additional guitars
Copyright 2015 Zach London
Mau mau (mau mau)
Mau mau chicka (mau mau chicka)
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Grandma Fran had a notorious meltdown
Shaking pots and yelling
Cops! Cops! Cops!
With her rollers in
Hurling cats and yelling
Cops! Cops! Cops!
To herself
So she crawled behind the window and knelt down
Just to find that there were
Cops! Cops! Cops!
In her garbage bin
On the china hutch and
Cops! Cops! Cops!
On the shelf
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Filling their quotas
Filling their blotters
Revving the motors
Of their Toyotas
From the Dakotas
To the Nevadas
Cops!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Filling their quotas
Filling their blotters
Revving the motors
Of their Toyotas
From the Dakotas
To the Nevadas
Cops! Cops! Cops! Cops!
Mau mau (mau mau)
Mau mau chicka (Cops!)
Poison vapor trails and aerial cables
Fluoridation and the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Are all in cahoots
Holding hands because the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Are in love
But if you scan the actuarial tables
There are patterns and the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
In their hazmat suits
Ping their ladyfriends at
Cops! Cops! Cops!
.gov
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Filling their quotas
Filling their blotters
Revving the motors
Of their Toyotas
From the Dakotas
To the Nevadas
Cops!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Filling their quotas
Filling their blotters
Revving the motors
Of their Toyotas
From the Dakotas
To the Nevadas
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Grandma Fran had a notorious meltdown
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Shaking pots and yelling
Cops! Cops! Cops!
With her rollers in
Hurling cats and yelling
Cops! Cops! Cops!
So she crawled behind the window and knelt down
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Just to find that there were
Cops! Cops! Cops!
In her garbage bin
The curio cabinet and
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Poison vapor trails and aerial cables
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Fluoridation and the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Are all in cahoots
Holding hands because the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
But if you scan the actuarial tables
Cops! Cops! Cops!
There are patterns and the
Cops! Cops! Cops!
In their hazmat suits
Ping their ladyfriends at
Cops.gov
Mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Mau mau chicka
Chickonamana sicka
Sickada homina nomina
Tic tac a mau mau
Cops! Cops!
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Laura Sagolla - additional vocals
Copyright 2015 Zach London
