The Plexus
Hard Taco (f. Augusta Klumpke)

The Plexus
It’s what connects us
Like a boss, from Boston across to Austin, Texas
It is the plexus that takes you there
The plexus, it lets us put our hands in the air

So hook ‘em up up, up up
So hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up up, up up
So hook ‘em up up up, up up

So hook ‘em up, up up
Hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up, up up up
Hook ‘em up
Hook ‘em up, up, up up

Call me Augusta, Augusta Klumpke
You’re just a flunky for this lower trunk junkie
I am superb, just like Erb, but more so
My plexus, it lets us drop the mic on the floor

So hook ‘em up up, up up
You hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up up, up up
So hook ‘em up up up, up up

So hook ‘em up, up up
Hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up, up up up
Hook ‘em up
Hook ‘em up, up, up up

The plexus, it’s so infectious
I’ve a got shoulder and it protects this
I activate it at every chance
The plexus affects the success of your chicken dance

So hook ‘em up up, up up
You hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up up, up up
So hook ‘em up up up, up up

So hook ‘em up, up up
Hook ‘em up up, up up
Got to hook ‘em up, up up up
Hook ‘em up
Hook ‘em up, up, up up

Augusta Klumpke!
 

 


Lauren London - additional vocals
Zach London - electric guitar, bass, keyboard, additional vocals
Brian Wolkenberg - acoustic guitar 
Micah Wolkenberg - marimba
Shaina Wolkenberg - lead vocals

Copyright 2021 Zach London

Lots of other songs can be found at www.hardtaco.org