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So isn’t it apropos
That at the rate I’m letting go
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian
Feel the building back begin
Feel the affirmation creeping in
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian

Except that
My generation was born
Born to be free
Free to be bored and I want to be
Sporting a Baby Bjorn
Babies are there to be worn
But parents, beware and be warned
You’ve just been barely informed
Of this sucker’s economy
Daily you suckers are born
You suckers are born to lose
You losers are stuck in this musical comedy
Ha ha ha

Hey, and that’s the play within the play
And it feels so-so
And at the rate I’m letting go
It will feel so bizarrely wonderful and wonderfully bizarre

So isn’t it apropos
That at the rate I’m letting go
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian
Feel the building back begin
Feel the affirmation creeping in
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian

It’s all
Sketch comedy
Low
Sex
Prop comedy
Black
F bomb comedy
High
Dot com comedy
Rom comedy
70-something years to avail
All the 70 dumb things I do on the daily
Then suddenly me and my eons of being beyond the pale
Will just settle and suddenly
Ha ha ha

Hey, and that’s the play within the play
And it feels so-so
And at the rate I’m letting go
It will feel so bizarrely wonderful and wonderfully bizarre

So isn’t it apropos
That at the rate I’m letting go
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian
Feel the building back begin
Feel the affirmation creeping in
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian
I’ll accept what I am
When I’m a septuagenarian

Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2025 Zach London

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It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap

There’s a wormhole
In the center of a cinnamon roll
In the cen- cen- center of a cinnamon roll
In the center of a cinnamon roll
And at escape velocity, crisscross the frosting
Tossed across from pole to pole
In the cen- cen- center of a cinnamon roll
In the center of a cinnamon roll

And all the oldsters stir the pot
And all jesters stir the pot
The pretty monsters stir the pot
Come on, I want to stir the pot

And we’ll spaghettify the
Hipsters, mobsters
Tricksters, lobsters
Co-stars, youngsters
Roosters, dumpsters
Shit-posters, Friar’s Club roasters
Shysters, gangsters, oysters and toasters
You think you got troubles, kid?
What The Devil said he’d do, The Devil did
You think you got troubles, kid?
What The Devil said he’d do, The Devil did

It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap Shhh…

So drive a plastic knife in
The hyphen between
Space and time
Where no life has been and no light can be seen
And we’re taking it to the bridge
To the Einstein-Rosen
Sticking our thingamajigs with the Higgs and Boson
Do-si-dozing through the frozen soup
With a tub of cookie dough and an ice cream scoop

And all the oldsters stir the pot (Stir the pot)
And all jesters stir the pot (Stir the pot)
The pretty monsters stir the pot
We’re not as big as we thought

There’s a wormhole
In the center of a cinnamon roll
In the cen- cen- center of a cinnamon roll
In the center of a cinnamon roll
And at escape velocity, crisscross the frosting
Tossed across from pole to pole to pole
In the cen- cen- center of a cinnamon roll
In the center of a cinnamon roll

It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap
‘Cause you’ll never get your fingers into that
No, you’ll never get your fingers into that
It’s an inverse Chinese finger trap

Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2025 Zach London

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Nine ships
Swaddled in moon-mist
Cresting the axis
Of giant friendly waves
Nine hands
Charting the heavens
In minutes and seconds
With nine astrolabes
Pitching hammocks in the fo’c’sle
Able men slumber like babes
Berth beams
And bulkheads a-creaking
Nine ships are lay sleeping
On giant friendly waves

When I was growing up and
I’d take a bath at bedtime
And never drain the water
So my toy boats could float around
And in the morning I would
Go back and check on them and
They’d all be clumped together
In a flotilla in the tub
I realized they were frightened
To be at sea at night and
That night I sang to them from
Next-door in bed
And though the walls were thick and
My voice was small and muffled,
They’d hear this lullaby and
Not be afraid
It went

Nine ships
Swaddled in moon-mist
Cresting the axis
Of giant friendly waves
Nine hands
Charting the heavens
In minutes and seconds
With nine astrolabes
Pitching hammocks in the fo’c’sle
Able men slumber like babes
Berth beams
And bulkheads a-creaking
Nine ships are lay sleeping
On giant friendly waves

Berth beams
And bulkheads a-creaking
Nine ships are sleeping
On giant friendly waves


Copyright 2025 Zach London