The Gingerbeard Man, layin' down some creamy goodness once again!
Lyrics:

CHORUS
Marshmallow cream
Marshmallow cream
Everybody, everywhere
Marshmallow cream

VERSE
Get yo'self some marsh, now make it all mellow
leave out the egg yolk, nobody wants yellow
I'm usin' my head you know I'm gonna spread
marshmallow cream on a bed o' wheat bread

Maybe later I'll add some nutella
I bet that combination is gonna taste hella
tight ya'll, I might call my friends down here
show 'em what up with this tasty white schmear

We're gonna party every night for the rest of the year
wash down mallow with a chill ginger beer
An' all ya'll hunnies ain't got nothin' to fear
we ain't the bogeyman, just a little bit weird

Marshmallow cream and coffee on a fire
pour it in a mug now you know I'm wired
a minute ago, I was feelin' kind o' tired
then this revolution transpired!

CHORUS

VERSE
I wasn't that excited. Then, I tried it
after a quarter pound I'm like, "yo, this is hype s***!
I like it! Don't fight it. Grab a spoonful and bite it
then do the dance, let me see you move your body!"

All ya'll gingers can be hatin' on me
while I'm goin' down on some marsh cream
It's good for the soul. It's good for the spleen.
It's fuel for this big ol' hunk o' man machine.

My momma told me back when I was sixteen
that I should lay of the junk and not eat too much
I'm like, "momma momma, I don't know what you mean
'cause every last bite of that sludge is straight clutch!"

And everybody who goes down to the pub
drinks a pint of that cream before hittin' the club
where they dance all night to a creamy a$$ beat
and nobody fight 'cause we found world peace with the

CHORUS

BRIDGE

I'm feelin' pumped
for this funky party
Come on let's all feel the love
tonight

CHORUS

Marshmallow Cream - the Gingerbeard Man

This is an album I made writing and arranging songs for the podcast I write the music for, the "Dunker Punks Podcast". It takes a look at being an Anabaptist (radical Christian believing in adult baptism, pacifism, and counter-cultural living of one's beliefs) within a 21st century context as well as some songs just for fun. If you dig it, I highly recommend you check out the podcast and download this album!

I Love You

Head First

The Imprecatory Song

Daylight Fades To Darkness

Candy In The Rain Reprise

Let Go

Modifiers

Let's Play Settlers Of Catan

Christmas Time is Here

Written, recorded, and mixed by Jacob Crouse.
© Jacob Crouse Music 2020

Lyrics:
Some days I don't care what the mission's for
Come home, drop drawers on the bedroom floor
hard cut to the end of the week
Things piled up nowhere to sleep

But with you we can prove that accountability works that
Two can move mountains better than one person
and I don' Wanna put my money where my mouth is
It's time to get on up off this couch and do
Call me out, those judging eyes
Explain their truth

No, I don't get it obviously
You've been screamin' patiently
Like cicadas in the summertime
Didn't notice 'til I went back inside

You've change my perspective with the scenery
Realize how lost I am 'n' I can't see

Past the end of my nose (past the end of...)
Bleeding ink all down my clothes (bleeding...)
Pointless words pass over my tongue, staring straight into the sun (I can't see)

What I did not know (what I did...)
Waves covered up the undertow (waves....)
Gone to far to go on back, time to walk down a narrow path that
I can't see.

Let's paint a picture of the real life
Though we never seem to stay within the lines
Then futurism let's modify
An ideal image to fit our lullabies like

Go to sleep you little baby
Wake up and go crazy
Tell the world your statement
Mask up and hit the pavement

Wave a white flag for the war zone
A fist in the air for my friends at home
A tote bag to save the trees
A beach towel to dry these tears

Nothing in this world ever comes for free but
The price has been paid for the things you need
Change my perspective with the scenery
Realize how lost I am and I can't see

Past the end of my nose (past the end of...)
Bleeding ink all down my clothes (bleeding...)
Pointless words pass over my tongue, staring straight into the sun (I can't see)

What I did not know (what I did...)
Waves covered up the undertow (waves....)
Gone to far to go on back, time to walk down a narrow path that
I can't see.

Jacob Crouse

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