You're hanging on the tree    
your green, unseen, you wanna be left alone
Oh pawpaw come to papa

Between Two Hands

Pawpaw Come To Papa

Not sure what genre this is, it's probably not anywhere close to drum & bass (more like wine & cheese)but I spent too long on it not to upload.

Wednesday

We align
And we benchmark
And we deep dive with big data, and focus on analytics
And we lie
And we cover
And we steamroll each other
With words we don't understand

I don't wanna close the circle
I don't want to refocus
Efforts that are figments
And I don't wanna be a leader
Of a movement that goes nowhere
It’s so fucked up

Quick win
Bigger picture
And a roadmap with key drivers
And no roadside attractions
Relax
Take it easy
But make sure you're 
A team player 
We're playing Mornington Crescent

I don't wanna join your huddle
Your hangout that lasts hours
That could have just been an email
And I don't think I have the strength 
For a standup or a pivot
I wanna go down the pub

I took a sick day to write this song
I had a bit of a cough so it wasn't wrong
And I'll log the time off so I get paid
And I'll lay in this bed that I have made
Cos work sucks
But I love the money...

Round we go, hello Monday
We all do it for the paycheck
And our proud corporate family
One day, when we're older
We'll be glad that our life was
Cashed in to buy a boat

Sell Out Synergy

I Got A New Microphone

This song is about accidentally singing sex songs to your pets.

When I'm Petting My Cat

Everyone needs their own Toto cover. This is mine.

Faffrica

Eat while you can
Go to the pub
Put some ham in your hand.

No More Chicken Sausages

The Adequate Zone

My One And Otamatonely

Shanty

Sick Party

We are a band who formed at Glastonbury Festival. We weren't performing or anything, just drinking warm cider and speculating.

We make lots of songs with the word fuck in it. Any songs pertaining to be about how much I hate the corporate world are products of the author's imagination and are written fictitiously, not based on any one specific person, especially not you, reading this and thinking "this sounds awfully familiar".

The band:
Lenny: Singer, songwriter, ukulele, otamatone, fart noises
Bread: Provider of ideas, guitar, percussion, yelling, future violinist
K-Stab: Backup ukulele to her own ukulele that she sat on and squashed

Her Three Lovely Sons