Adult Themes, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Power Pop, Punk Pop, Relationships, Romance, Young Love

To Keep You In My Life

Verse 1
A girl like you is hard to find
Appealing to my eyes & mind
You make want to be a better man
So my honey, I'll do what I can

Chorus
To keep you in my life
I’ll work harder than a bodybuilder in a gym
If you need the kind of guy
Who’ll treat you like a princess then I’ll be him
I’ll bring you coffee in bed
I’ll make your breakfast & cater to every whim
I’ll rub your feet and head
I’ll brush your knotted hair, I’ll go out on a limb

Verse 2
A girl like you is hard to keep
You’re off & running when I’m asleep
You make me want to do almost anything
You make me want to buy you a ring

Chorus
To keep you in my life
I’ll work harder than a bodybuilder in a gym
If you need the kind of guy
Who’ll treat you like a princess then I’ll be him
I’ll bring you coffee in bed
I’ll make your breakfast & cater to every whim
I’ll rub your feet and head
I’ll brush your knotted hair, I’ll go out on a limb

Bridge
I’m enamored by your lips
I’m obsessed with all that you are
I’m like the paparazzi
To you, the major motion picture star
I’ll be the guy who you can take home to Dad
I’ll be the Prince you always wished you had

Solos

Chorus
To keep you in my life
I’ll work harder than a bodybuilder in a gym
If you need the kind of guy
Who’ll treat you like a princess then I’ll be him
I’ll bring you coffee in bed
I’ll make your breakfast & cater to every whim
I’ll rub your feet and head
I’ll brush your knotted hair, I’ll go out on a limb

Tag
To keep you in my life
To keep you in my life
To have you be my wife
So you’ll stay in my life

January 16, 2022
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Americana, Growing Up, Hokum, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Inspired By Situations, No Music Yet, Power Pop, Punk Pop, Snarky

Etiquette Nazis

There she is at the dinner party
Telling them all how to behave
There she is at the dinner party
Doin’ that Princess Wave

There she is at the dinner party
Giving orders like an Uppity Dame
Expecting everyone to be Preppy
Expecting everyone to be the same

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell her she’s all wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell her about this song
Somebody tell her we’re all different
Somebody tell her no one cares
Tell her someone blew chunks
At the bottom of the marble stairs

There he is at the Frat mixer
Telling them to use a coaster
There he is at the Frat mixer
Acting like a covert boaster

There he is at the Frat mixer
Sippin’ on his Chardonnay
There he is at the Frat mixer
Not impressed by what we say

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell him he’s all wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell him about this song
Somebody tell him we’re all different
Somebody tell him he’s out of place
Tell him he’s dressed too polished
And he’s got a punchable face… Hey!

We’re all wearing flannels
With worn-out denim and Vans
They don’t like the finger food
But look at them holding hands
Look at them holding hands
Look at them holding hands

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazis
Somebody tell them they’re wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazis
Somebody tell them about this song
Somebody tell them we’re all different
Somebody tell them no one cares
Oh, and tell them someone upchucked
All over their Grandma’s chairs

Yeah, tell them someone upchucked
All over their Grandma’s chairs

July 29, 2021

Behind the Lyric: You’ll discover I’m a big fan of the website TV Tropes. It’s actually a great resource to any kind of writer’s device possible and it really provides a shortcut to ideas, which I am a fan of now. So this one is inspired by a specific trope called: Etiquette Nazi. Check it out!

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Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Power Pop, Punk Pop, Relationships, Romance, Young Love

Prove You Wrong

You don’t think I really love you
You think I’ve one foot out the door
You don’t think I really love you
You think I think you’re a bore

But I gotta say
Oh I gotta say
I bet I could prove you wrong
Yeah I’m gonna stay
Oh I’m gonna stay
That’s why I wrote you this song
In my heart you’ll still belong
I bet I could prove you wrong

You don’t see yourself with me
After all is said and done
You think I’ll meet somebody else
Who I’ll also tell she’s the one

But I gotta say
Oh I gotta say
I bet I could prove you wrong
Yeah I’m gonna stay
Oh I’m gonna stay
That’s why I wrote you this song
In my heart you’ll still belong
I bet I could prove you wrong

You can keep playing hard to get
But I will never give up on you
Yet you keep telling me I can’t
I can’t make your dreams come true

But I gotta say
Oh I gotta say
I bet I could prove you wrong
Yeah I’m gonna stay
Oh I’m gonna stay
That’s why I wrote you this song
In my heart you’ll still belong
I bet I could prove you wrong
I bet I could prove you wrong

I bet I could prove you wrong

July 19, 2021

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Growing Up, Inspired by a Place, Inspired By Situations, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Power Pop, Young Love

Screw City Nights

Back in 1999 my bro called me
He needed help with Expediting
From what he said, I got excited
He was baiting and I was biting

So I gave 2 weeks at the Hotel
And headed to the Midwest
Qualified for that fast freight job
Then I didn’t get much rest

Pre-Chorus:
Cause we were on the go
We were headed everywhere
But I wanted to go back home
Cause I loved the scene there

Chorus:
Screw City Nights
At the Office
Screw City Nights
At Uncle Nick’s
Screw City Nights
With my co-workers
Screw City Nights
It was the time of my life
Screw City Nights
Searchin’ for a wife

A part time job in retail
Was the better fit for me
I quit my job with my brother
Cause I wanted to feel free

Pre Chorus 2:
I wanted to drink ‘n dance
Remember it was 1999
I wanted to find romance
Make a girl mine all mine

Screw City Nights
At the Office
Screw City Nights
At Uncle Nick’s
Screw City Nights
With my co-workers
Screw City Nights
It was the time of my life
Screw City Nights
Searchin’ for a wife

Screw City Nights
Searchin’ for a wife

May 9, 2021

Lyric Notes:
Inspired by Weezer, The Cars and Cheap Trick!
Screw City is the nickname for Rockford, IL.

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Adult Themes, Country Song, Growing Up, Heartbreak, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by People, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Power Pop, Relationships, Romance, Unrequited, Young Love

I’m Not Here to Get Drunk

No, I don’t want a bottle of Samuel Adams,
A shot of Jagermeister or Root Beer Schnapps
Don’t want a Malibu and Coke or a Mudslide
Cuz I don’t wanna be pulled over by the cops

I’m not here to cause a scene
I’m not here to listen to Punk
I came here to see you, girl
I’m not here to get drunk

I don’t need to go dancin’ with some skank
Who’s been three sheets to the wind since two
Don’t need any gross bar food to eat, either
I’ve been waiting all night just to talk to you

I’m not here to make some noise
Or get as soused as a skunk
I came here to see you, girl
No, I’m not here to get drunk

I just had to see you again, babe
You’re the girl who gets me the most
And I’m not that wanderin’ soldier
Who gets the girl then decides to ghost

I don’t wanna move on from you
like all the other guys will do
Or get another girl to hump my junk
I’m here for only one reason
But I’m not here to get drunk

I’m here for you and only you
Girl, I’m not here to get drunk

January 10, 2021

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Inspired by People, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Power Pop, Relationships, Young Love

In The Hamptons

She’s in the Hamptons
Not at Eytan Mirsky’s show
In the Hamptons
No, she didn’t wanna go
She likes him & all his music
It makes her feel alive & free
But she’s in the Hamptons
Makin’ out with me

She’s in the Hamptons
And Eytan’s playin’ tonight
In the Hamptons
She’s holdin’ on to me tight
She’s been a fan for years now
And she gifted me his cd’s
But she’s in the Hamptons
Makin’ out with me

I’m so lucky she’s mine
I wished my whole young life
For this girl’s love & devotion
in this summer place by the ocean
I had an obsession unrequited
And then at a party, she invited
All of us to come over to swim
But not him… Not him…

She’s in the Hamptons
and by golly, so am I
In the Hamptons
with me, the lucky guy
Who gets to hug & squeeze her
Under the bright moonlight
In the Hamptons
Man, she’s out of sight

I’m so lucky she’s mine
Met her one summer long ago
at a Clambake down the road
Thought my heart would explode
All at once passion hit me
That teenage girl was so pretty
Even though my hair needed a trim
She said it reminded her of him

She’s in the Hamptons
Not at Eytan Mirsky’s show
In the Hamptons
No, she didn’t want to go
She’s hangin’ out with me instead
in her queen-size waterbed
Here in the Hamptons
And she’s knockin’ me dead

Yeah, she’s knockin’ me dead

May 21, 2019

Lyric Notes: Eytan Mirsky inspired me in a post he made on his Facebook page.  Titles definitely stick out when they appear and this was no different.  I was pretty happy with the results but he said it would never happen. Well, it is fictional…. Haha.

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