Bow blucka boom
Boom blucka bow
Lord, I would maroon you
If I only knew how
Boom blucka bow
Bow blucka boom
This resignation letter is directed to whom?
But in any case
I’ll have one less thing to fret about
When you get about a million miles out of my face
Quack quack
Got a good-old-boy charm
Got a pocket full of org charts
And I’m one bannister ride from a whole new floor
From a whole new floor
Oh ee oh ee oh
I can pepper my prose with aplomb
But I’m not above greasing a palm
Greasing a palm or two
All the rhythm’s in my wrists
I’m like, “I do not dance so good.”
She’s like, “You’re wrong.
You do not dance so well.”
Peepholes are peepholes
Necessary evils
I see some people
And I want to leave ‘em on the porch
Two three four
Bow blucka boom
Boom blucka bow
Lord, I would maroon you
If I only knew how
Boom blucka bow, yeah
Bow blucka boom
This resignation letter is directed to whom?
But in any case
I’m gonna have one less thing to fret about
When you get about a million miles out of my face
Quack quack
Quack quack quack
Pompon
You’re hot stuff with a Pompon
On the wrong sideline and I’m
One calendar page from a calendar page from a beautiful sunset
Oh ee oh ee oh
It’s like I’ve never south of the bridge
Damn. I really need to get out more
All the color’s out of my face
I’m like, “I do not feel so good.”
She’s like, “You’re wrong.
You do not feel so well.”
Peepholes are peepholes
Necessary evils
I see some people
And I want to leave ‘em on the porch
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
