Ouch
If I never get off of this couch
I won’t find any pain
But the pain will find me
Pain will find me
LOL
If I lie there as still as a doll
I may not be aware of the
Chains that bind me
Chains that bind my gloom
Is it safe to assume
There’s no use if existing’s exhausting
Inclusive of crossing the room
You’ll thank me later you must look busy
Busy no matter what
There is only one rule here
You must look busy
Busy no matter what
Gals
Having fun in your fancy locales
Posting pics of your pups and your
Pals with posh slang
Hashtag SloshedGang
Boys
Your incessant and deafening noise
Can’t you dampen or deaden
The honk beep crash clang
Zap thump boing bang boom
I could pop in on Zoom
There’s no use if existing’s exhausting
Inclusive of crossing the room
You’ll thank me later you must look busy
Busy no matter what
There is only one rule here
You must look busy
Busy no matter what
Gonna practice in front of the mirror
One simple phrase
That things are crazy
Things these days
Heed, dear counterpart
I’m busier than thou art
Must look busy, just look busy
Must look busy, just look busy
Must look busy, just look busy
Must look busy, just look busy
Lauren London - Additional Vocals
Copyright 2025 Zach London
Hard Taco Radio
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Pick up a pen or hit record
Tender my resignation to The Board
Tell The Foundation, Ms. DiBella
Find a new patsy if they can
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take it, take it to the man
To the cesspool
Of moral decrepitude
Formerly known as my employers
It would be prudent to deploy your
Syndicate of lawyers
Enjoy your
Scandal-riddled fall from your empire of rot
But I, for one, will not
Be caught up
In your sinister plot
From your former minion, so humble
Your house of cards will tumble
Your dominion will crumble
In court of public opinion
You’ll be crucified, one by one in turn
And I’ll be ringside, to watch you burn
Ms. DiBella, did you catch all that?
No scratch all that…
To whom it may concern
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Pick up a pen or hit record
Tender my resignation to The Board
Tell The Foundation, Ms. DiBella
Find a new scapegoat if they can
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take it, take it to the man
Some things are better said
On letterhead instead
So let’s write what we might regret or better yet
Tell the corporation straight from me
Eff yourself fifteen ways from Tennessee
My conniption, Ms. DiBella
Is needed ‘cause their greed can’t be deterred
Take a transcription Ms. DiBella
Read that screed back word for word
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, if you would
Read that back…
Damn, that’s good!
Lauren London - vocals
Bob Schwartz - tenor saxophone
Copyright 2025 Zach London
Vermeer only made 45 paintings
34 still exist
Is that what you want to be, want to be?
That’s no aesthetic, if I’m honest
No aesthetic if I’m honest
Take it from someone who’s made
Hundreds of superfluous lists
It’s all about quantity, quantity
Pretty pathetic, Johannes
Pretty pathetic, Johannes
More and more
Eclipsing your tolerance
A thousand ants
Climb your leg
All at once
We got to ride
We got to ride the wave
XL@XS, XL@XS
We got to ride
We got to ride the wave
XL@XS, XL@XS
You need a lot
Need a lot more
You need a shot
Sure, here’s a generous Scotch pour
Yeah
Vermeer made one painting a year
Of which just a handful remain
You call it quality, quality
That doesn’t make him a master
Doesn’t make him a master
He worked as if there was a single ant controlling his brain
You need a colony, colony
To get you doodling faster
To get you doodling faster
More and more
Eclipsing your tolerance
A thousand ants
Climb your leg
All at once
We got to ride
We got to ride the wave
XL@XS, XL@XS
We got to ride
We got to ride the wave
XL@XS, XL@XS
You need a lot
You need a lot more
Need to shop ‘til you drop
Drop you off at the general store
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2025 Zach London
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Manny’s second wife had a Basset mix
It had floppy old jowls so they named him Nixon
Old Diesel was a hound in Dottie’s Body Shop
He’d always bark when a spark plug needed fixin’
And Walter wouldn't put a leash on
His Bichon named Blue
But he hasn’t been around a good hound since ‘92
Doug had a pug who would chew through tires
So they put him in a cone and he chewed the cone off
Elaine had a Great Dane also named Elaine
So when the landlord called, she would hand the phone off
And now they doing crafts and jigsaws
With dogs on their minds
So Buddy, we should bring one by to Silver Pines
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Hey driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Bruiser used to ride along with Officer Sherm
Til he threw up in the cruiser and they made him resign
Sally used to rally and protest Vietnerm
And she’d dress up Bess in a collar with a peace sign
Bev never had a dog growing up
And every night she cried
Well hell, let’s get that rectified
Molly had a collie who shed like stank
So she kept the fur to stuff the pillows
And Mona had a bone to pick with her bulldog, Hank
Who would leave her fresh-killed armadillos
There’s plenty of folks in the day room
And plenty of dogs in the pound
And plenty of belly rubs to go around
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Hey Driver,
Take me down to the pound
Lord, I say
Got to pick me out a pooch
Who is long in the tooth
Take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Ooh, take her to the old folks’ home, Buddy
Take her where the old folks stay
Copyright 2025 Zach London
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