Rich Land Band Rearranges Broadway Marquee and Emerges with a Hot New Track

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Imagine our surprise when we discovered that an anagram for the Broadway run rearranges to “Ow, A Bad Singer’s Pony Rent“.

We took that spark of inspiration and crafted a track that tells the tale from the perspective of the fans not fully enamored with the “Jersey Devil” singer’s move to the Great White Way.

The Final Mix can now be streamed in full and purchased at the following link:

https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/richlynchband11

Final edit released this week to all major online retailers!

LYRICS: “Ow, A Bad Singer’s Pony Rent” / Word & Music by Rich Lynch

Verse:
You would have thought by now
that you would have all you need
But, you’ve become the epitome
of outlandish greed
When I think of all the ways
that money could be spent
But, ow, it all just went to pay for
a bad singer’s pony rent

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent
and I’m pretty sure that ain’t no compliment
you’ve torn down Wild Billy’s tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking…
a bad singer’s pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent

Verse:
What happened to all your cherished
integral core beliefs
It seems you’ve gone and flushed them all
right out in the street
Together with everything
they said you represent
Flowing now down in the valley
Like a river of excrement

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent
and I’m pretty sure that ain’t no compliment
you’ve torn down Wild Billy’s tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking…
a bad singer’s pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent

Verse:
The sheep lined up on Broadway
Because the boss let out the decree
The change was made when they found out
What was lying underneath the marquee
Now he’s a fallen star they say
no longer heaven sent
The streets of New York City
are paved with gold
and tarred with disillusionment

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent
and I’m pretty sure that ain’t no compliment
you’ve torn down Wild Billy’s tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking…
a bad singer’s pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer’s pony rent

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