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This library isn’t big enough for this dream
All the knowledge in the neighborhood can’t contain my rapture
I should pipe down out of deference
Maybe just check out a reference
But beyond a doubt, my preference Is to scream!
(Shhhh!!!)
This library isn’t big enough for this dream

This library isn’t big enough for this dream
I’ve got fire in the belly, so Shelly, dear, why must you
Hold my din to fewer decibels
While I’m in the Dewey Decimals?
Must help your infinitesimal self-esteem
Mmmf mmf mmf mmmf mmmff dreamf
Hands off, Gary!
This library isn’t big enough for this dream

Sweetie, I have no predilection
For the multimedia section
For encyclopedias vex and bore me
They’re so tedious

Hey, the world is our oyster just today
We’re brassy and boisterous and gay
When you try to cloister us away
That’s so prepoisterous!

This library isn't big enough for this dream
You can bet your ginger ale that my sights are so much higher
Let’s all pour a Diet Vernor’s
And toast this corp of quiet learners
And then let’s all scream bloody murder and blow off steam
(Shhhh!)
This library isn’t big enough, Doris
Please come out from underneath your thesaurus
Join this song and we can sing it in chorus as a team
But this library isn’t big enough for this dream!


Lauren London - lead vocals
Darin Zahuranec - trumpet, french horn

Copyright 2017 Zach London

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Ive got a name, and the name is Betty Lou
Ive got a friend and her name is Betty Lou, too
Both of us teach
Down at the beach
Come take a lesson from each
We 're hanging ten
Out on the foam
And we'll never go home home home home

I'm a surfing instructor
From the 1960s
A little surfing instructor
And Betty Lou, as you know,
Is short for Betty Louise
Feeling kind of brave
Come and catch a wave
Surfing is easy
Come and take a class
It's a total gas
Surfing is hard

Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard

I taught a girl and her name was Peggy Sue
(I taught a girl and her name was Peggy Sue)
She brought a friend and her name was Peggy Sue, too
Down in the sand
Learning to stand
Before they venture from land
They 're in the zone
I'm the band
And we 're, all of us, tanned tanned tanned tanned

I'm a surfing instructor
From the 1960s
A little surfing instructor
And Betty Lou, as you know,
Is short for Betty Louise
Feeling kind of brave
Come and catch a wave
Surfing is easy
Come and take a class
It's a total gas
Surfing is hard

Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard

We 're going c-c-c-cruisin
A little surfing instruction
For Peggy Sue, who you know
Is short for Peggy Susan, Susan
Feeling kind of brave
Come and catch a wave
Surfing is easy
Summers going fine
In the pipeline
Surfing is fab
So come and take a class
It's a total gas
Surfing is hard

Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Feeling kind of brave, catch a wave, surfing is
Come on catch a wave, surfing is easy
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Feeling kind of brave, catch a wave, surfing is
Come on catch a wave, surfing is easy
Come on take a class, it's a gas, surfing is
Come on take a class, surfing is hard
Feeling kind of brave, catch a wave, surfing is
Come on catch a wave, surfing is easy

Thellea Leveque - additional vocals
Lauren London - lead vocals

Copyright 2015 Zach London

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Hey Devil, you are not real, but if you were, you’d be a pal of mine
‘Cause I'll shake hands with any gentlemen
And when you’d shake mine,
You'd see it's gentle because of calamine and aloe and lanolin
I'm levelheaded cause Ritalin
Breathing fine because Ventolin
So put me the first in line when they make fake adrenaline
Keep that venom in my flannel and denim ‘til I’m a skeleton
Just handle it
Land me a self-playing mandolin
I mean, I fiddle a little, but I’m fair to middlin’
You sizzle on fiddle and I want to channel it
Damn!
Make me as stoic as Riddick, acidic as Anakin
Damn!
Make me exotic, erotic and hot as a Dominican mannequin
And make Alyson Hannigan be my date for the high school clambake (Who?)
Satan, make all that happen
Maybe I’ll grant you that handshake

I want to be a better
Make me a better whatever
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for

Richard Scarry made it very clear that none of it’s demeaning
Folks in Busytown are sweeping
Housekeeping, plumbing and heating
Leading meetings, proceedings
Busy banking and cleaning
Every animal’s content in the knowledge that her work has meaning
Me? My dream was ready-made
I’d don a white coat and red cape and cut the red tape of Medicaid with a machete blade
If I could ace a test and rack up grades
Surely, I could face off ALS and tackle AIDS
Earn my accolades
See, you achieve what you believe, they say
Which is enticingly nice advice and surprisingly naive
And every day that I get blood on my sleeve
I wonder if I’m causing more net pain than I relieve

I want to be a better
Make me a better whatever
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
Want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever

Yo kids, so kids, hello, how goes it?
How's showbiz?
Did you read Joe’s obit?
They wrote of him he got a Chuck Norris total gym and totally got his reps in
He was so fit
So tidbit: he bit it
And we buried him with his FitBit so he could still get his steps in
No shit!

And maybe my gym shoes
Have really not been used
Am I out on a limb to say I should be slim because I pay my gym dues every month?
Then I look in chagrin on my skin and my chin and my shin and my sinews
And the way that I’m built
And I’m psycho with guilt and the cycle continues
So I attack the track
And practice abs and back
Stack successes
Take a crack at a six pack at 6 AM in the blackness
But I can’t hack it, get distracted
Start to slack and relax and backtrack and
The impact is taxing and I’m off of my axis
But if the act of being active makes you more attractive
Have the grace to face the basic fact that
Self-actualization is actually a fundamentally selfish act
Exactly

I want to be a better
I want to be a better
Make me a better whatever
I want to be a better
Make me a better whatever
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
Want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
I want to be a better whatever for everyone
Everyone, everyone


Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2017 Zach London