Our time together is coming to an end
Clap my back and say
There’ll come a day
When we shall meet again
No, no, no we won’t,
Though it’s pleasant to pretend
But our time together is coming to an end
Our time together is coming to an end
Reach past,
Rub your eyes and reach past
The memories at the bottom of each glass
I chase them, but they scatter
Throughout my gray matter
The only ones I found were sanded down like beach glass
The ones I found were sanded down like beach glass
Our time together is coming to an end
Clap my back and say
There’ll come a day
When we shall meet again
No, no, no we won’t,
Though it’s pleasant to pretend
But our time together is coming to an end
Our time together is coming to an end
Hold hands
Cross your arms and hold hands
And sway in a circle of old friends
It’s a long-forgotten tune
It’s an ancient nigun
And it swaddles us in soft aches and cold sands
It swaddles us in soft aches and cold sands
Lai la lai la lai lai
Lai la lai la lai la lai
Lai la lai la lai lai lai
Lai la lai la lai la lai la lai lai
Lauren London - lead vocals
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Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Granddad tried to explain the L is silent
When they said, “Tell us your name,” at Ellis Island
Who cares how it’s pronounced?
You’re here and that is what counts
Hear my prayer from beyond
Wilt Chamberlain show me a sign
I’ve got so much guilt
Such misgivings, Wilt
I’ve been saddled with qualms
Serious qualms
Saddled with serious qualms
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
His first boss, after a fashion, was a grocer
Who asked pops to launder some cash, and he said, “No sir.”
Not all who wander are lost
And not all who launder are washed
Hear my prayer from beyond
Wilt Chamberlain show me a sign
S'il vous plait, please respond
Hear my prayer from beyond
Wilt Chamberlain show me a sign
Why’s this man’s business
Steeped in pantslessness?
I’ve been saddled with qualms
Serious qualms
Saddled with serious qualms
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Wilt Chamberlain
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2026 Zach London
Come to the placebo arm
Hang the bag of over-labeled saline
Just lie back and trust
Sugar pills and fairy dust
Well, well
Welcome to the placebo arm
Studies need control groups to be powered
Thus, you have a role…
Zero power, no control
Welcome to the placebo arm
No effect is too Lilliputian
Call it absolution or karma
Welcome to the placebo arm
Where we stop at “First do no harm.”
You buy the farm, we sell the pharma
Come to the placebo arm
Guinea pigs and corporate pigs colluding
False efficacy
Ghostwritten by the patentee
Well, well
Welcome to the placebo arm
We can data dredge our way to double
Blind, blinds have been drawn
Sham on, sham on, sham on
Welcome to the placebo arm
No effect is too Lilliputian
Call it absolution or karma
Welcome to the placebo arm
Where we stop at “First do no harm.”
You buy the farm, we sell the pharma
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2026 Zach London
I’ve got a Parisian
Quiche for every occasion
This isn’t a pastiche of quiche
My niche is my quiche is artesian
Or artisan if
It isn’t artesian I don’t know the diff
Regardless, I’m building prestige
By unleashing a legion of quiche in your region
I placed a
Fig paste at the base of pastry
Then graced it with a glaze
From a coulis de fraise
That’s basically tasty for days
Now you’re jonesing
For my scones
Like the rest of the Francophiles
And the rank-and-file francophones
Who line up for miles and miles and file in for macarons
It’s a mystery
It’s a quandary
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
We’re making history
Baking, mon cherie
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
Need a nosh? Have skosh of ganache brioche
What’s that? You’re a fan of Au Bon Pain?
Gosh, that’s gauche
By the banks of the Seine, the men they talk a lot
Of my pain au chocolat,
I wake up and bake ‘em at 4 am
My baguettes and galettes are the crumb de la crème
My response to your taunts
Is by all accounts my croissants
Are the envy of St. Genevieve
At the best restaurants in Provence
They’re all anyone wants
If you eat more
You’ll have la petit mort
Right there in your pants
But nobody cares… this is France
It’s a mystery
It’s a quandary
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
We’re making history
Baking, mon cherie
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
I’m no amateur sandwicher,
I can brandish a poulet crudités
I can manage a hand mixer or a stand mixer,
I’m a damn wizard either way
There’s no disputing my pâte au lait is highfalutin
Just stick your snoot in and sniff the gluten
That smell is the belle
That smell is the belle of the Champs-Elysees
Ooh, let me be crystal eclair
I’m the Voltaire
Of desserts
The rolling pin king
And the kingpin of rolls that steal so many hearts that it hurts
Ooh, it’s an homage to fromage
In cheeses name we give thanks
For a fresh cake
For a French franc
For a deft bake
On the left bank
Tu dois essayer le pain de la boulangerie au coin de la rue. C’est magnifique! Ou pas. Quand meme.
It’s a mystery
It’s a quandary
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
We’re making history
Baking, mon cherie
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie?
Is this a patisserie
Or a boulangerie
Cathy Bettcher - additional vocals
Praveen Dayalu - additional vocals
Nate Kurcz - additional vocals
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Alex Rogers - additional vocals
Cristina Rojas - additional vocals
Russell Schwartz - additional vocals
Suzette Wanninkhof - additional vocals
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