I like eyes like yours
Let's get out of here
It's so hot indoors
Let's get out of here
This scene's dead so
Let's get out of here
Got to get out of this dead scene
Oh, you look good, let's go
Let's get out of here, oh
Please welcome the man himself,
The Duke of Smooth
Mr. Roy Sexton
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Something's not quite right,
Let's get out of here
It's quiet, too quiet
Let's get out of here
We've been bushwhacked,
Let's get out of here
Got to get out of this bushwhack
This whole compounds gonna blow
Let's get out of here, oh
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Lauren London - vocals
Russ Schwartz - tenor saxophone
Roy Sexton - vocals
Copyright 2013 Zach London
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From "Vainglorious"
I'm a woodsman, guardsman, bailsman, salesman
Clansman, draftsman, statesman, tradesman
He's a Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of all trades
I'm a marksman, helmsman, groundsman, townsman
Plainsman, herdsman, bondsman, boatsman
He's a Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of all trades
There are many many men of every type
Many man of any kind
Man of any stripe
But you betcha what you want to find
Is a woodsman, guardsman, bailsman, salesman
Jack of any, Jack of all trades
Raise your voice in praise of
In praise of manual labor
Choose your choice of phrase
And raise your voice in praise of manual labor
Thus rejoice in grace and
Raise your voice in praise of manual
Raise your voice in praise of
In praise of manual labor
Choose your choice of phrase
And raise your voice in praise of manual labor
Thus rejoice in grace and
Raise your voice in praise of manual
Glory! Joy!
I'm a fieldsman, steersman, a good frontiersman
A sportsman, oarsman, outdoorsman
He's a Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of all trades
A gentleman huntsman, a good plainclothesman
A guildsman, gamesman, a man from Bozeman
He's a Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of any, Jack of all trades
There are many many men of every type
Many man of any kind
Man of any stripe
But you betcha what you want to find
Is a fieldsman, steersman, good frontiersman
Jack of any, Jack of all trades
Jack of any, Jack of all tradesDear writer's block
We need to talk
When I'm on the clock
You don't have the right to
Dear motion sickness
You're on my list
So are you, stage fright
Dear jet lag, watch your back
Jack of any, Jack of all trades
Jack of any, Jack of all trades
(Lauren London - additional vocals)
Copyright 2011 Zach London
From "Steak"
Lorenzo's girl is just so oh, oh, uh oh
I wish that I could tell her so, oh, uh, oh
(Lorenzo's Girl)
Lorenzo's girl is so, uh oh oh oh oh
Lorenzo's girl is so, uh oh oh oh oh(Lorenzo's Girl)I watch her dance real slow, uh oh, uh oh oh oh oh
I watch her dance real slow, uh oh, uh oh oh oh ohSomeday I will make her mine
Take her hand and drink her wine
And the San Mateo girls go oh, uh-oh, uh-oh oh oh oh oh
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
Her touch is fire her eyes they glow, oh, uh oh
But in her heart it's ten below oh, uh-oh
(Lorenzo's Girl)She says hello, uh oh oh oh oh
She says hello, uh oh oh oh oh(Lorenzo's Girl)She dances to and fro, uh oh, uh oh oh oh oh
She dances to and fro, uh oh, uh oh oh oh ohSomeday I will make her mine
Shake her hand and take her wine
And the San Mateo girls go oh, uh-oh, uh-oh oh oh oh oh
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
Someday Lo-renzo will
Be gone and I will see him go,
Oh uh oh
And I'll tell her that I need her so,
But she loves him
And they're dancing
To the Monterey-ee radio
Oh uh oh.
If only I could let her know, I'd say...
Someday I will make her mine
Take her frown and make her fine
And the San Mateo girls go oh, uh-oh, uh-oh oh oh oh oh
Yes, just like that, they go
Someday I will make her mine
Take her hand and drink her wine
And the San Mateo girls go oh, uh-oh, uh-oh oh oh oh oh
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
(Jon Greenlee - drums, bass
Lauren London - backup vocals)
Copyright 1997 Zach London
From"Tender is the Heart"
I met an old man
Down by the seashore
I give him penny
And then I ask if he want more
And he say, No no,
No no
And he say,
No no,
Love is all you need
Everybody say
Everybody say no, no
Everybody want a rum-bum-bum
With a rum-a-bum-bum
Yeah, I'd rather have the real thing
Take her in the back now
Put her in the coconut
Take her in the back now
Shake her like a boom boom
Love is all you need
Boycott "Banana King"
Love is all you need
Everybody say!
(Ty Morse - co-author
Darin Zahuranec - trumpet
Lauren London - backup vocals)
Copyright 2003 Zach London
Little men are locked inside my vanity.
They can fly and I don't deny my jealousy.
Little men I'm not inviting you to Halloween.
Little men you tell me secrets I don't want to know.
Toothbrush in the jaw and rotting bodies on the green.
Little men I wish that you would grow.
Buster brother, just another pal of mine.
Acupuncture pin pals in the Calamine.
Little men I'm not inviting you and I'll tell you why.
Little men you tell me secrets I don't want to know.
Don't forget that each of you was once a little guy.
Little men just frigging try to grow.
Copyright 1992 Zach London