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I'm Somebody (Song For Jay)
By: Teri “RF Girl: Monahan
(To the tune of “I’m Gonna Be Somebody” by Travis Tritt)

(THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO JAY AND MR. ZEHR!)

Bubby played his guitar on the bright side of town
But it's hard for a any boy to find the spotlight
He had dedication, he had the heart and soul
Somehow knew he was born to play

Z said get a real job, support your family
Cause there's no future on the road your takin'
But he never said a word, the dreamer just kept on
Late at night you could hear him sing

I'm gonna be somebody, one of these days I'm gonna show you all!
I'm gonna be somebody, someday, you will buy my CD on your way home

Bubby played his hometown, one full moon August night
He heard a voice out in the front row
It’s a gray-haired Ohio man with proud and sorry eyes
Looked up at Bubby and said

You are a great somebody, you came back and showed us all everywhere
You are a great somebody, tomorrow, I’m buying your CD on my way home

We’ll be buying your CD on our way home!

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“I wanna meet Rascal Flatts”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “How Forever Feels” By: Kenny Chesney)

Big concert tonight, Rascals back in my town

Those Rascals couldn't get much hotter

Joe Don, Jay and Gary

Gonna sing all my favorites

I can’t wait to get that feelin’

Hands on the wheel, cruisin' down the interstate

Gas pedal sticks, carries my Chevy away

I was going fast as a Rascal goes

I could hear the guitars already in my ears

Now I know how Rascals must feel

I've been in the lawn a time or two

Done everything I can to get these passes

I've done some livin', yeah I've had fun

But there is one thing that I haven't done

Saved two months, bought a Rascal ticket

Tonight’s the night, feels like perfect timin'

Waiting to leave on momma's front steps

Man I'm gonna die if I really get 3 hugs!

I wanna meet Rascal Flatts!

I've been in the lawn a time or two

Done everything I can to get these passes

I've done some livin', yeah I've had fun

But there is one thing that I haven't done

I wanna meet Rascal Flatts!

Hey, I wanna get a hug from Rascal Flatts!

Man, I wanna meet Rascal Flatts!

~*~*~*~

“I wanna Meet The Rascals”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “MAN! I Feel Like A Woman” By: Shania Twain)

Let's Go Guys!

C'mon

I’m going out tonight I’m feeling alright gonna see my Rascals live

Gonna make some noise, even raise my voice, yeah I wanna scream and shout

No speed limit, gonna get to my Rascals on time

I’m gonna get backstage, ya know, I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a Rascal

Is the prerogative to have a little fun, yeah

Oh, oh, oh go totally crazy forget I’m only a fan

Rascal shirt, meet and greet, oh, oh, oh

Really go wild yeah doing it in style

Oh, oh, oh Get in the action, feel the attraction

Gary’s spiked hair, Jay and Joe do what they dare Oh, oh, oh

I wanna be free yeah to meet my Rascal Flatts

MAN! I wanna meet the Rascals

This girl needs a chance, tonight I’m gonna take a it, to get out on their tour bus

I don't need romance, I only wanna dance

And maybe a ride around the block

The best thing about being a Rascal

Is the prerogative to have a little fun, yeah

Oh, oh, oh go totally crazy forget I’m only a fan

Rascal shirt, meet and greet, oh, oh, oh

Really go wild yeah doing it in style

Oh, oh, oh Get in the action feel the attraction

Gary’s spiked hair, Jay and Joe do what they dare Oh, oh, oh

I wanna be free yeah to meet my Rascal Flatts

MAN! I wanna meet the Rascals

The best thing about being a Rascal

Is the prerogative to have a little fun, yeah

Oh, oh, oh go totally crazy forget I’m only a fan

Rascal shirt, meet and greet, oh, oh, oh

Really go wild yeah doing it in style

Oh, oh, oh Get in the action feel the attraction

Gary’s spiked hair, Jay and Joe do what they dare Oh, oh, oh

I wanna be free yeah to meet my Rascal Flatts

MAN! I wanna meet the Rascals

I get totally crazy

Can you feel ‘em- come, come, come on baby

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I wanna meet the Rascals

~*~*~*~

I Miss ‘em Baby

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “Miss Me Baby” by Chris Cagle.)

I miss ‘em baby

When I hear my favorite song

I miss ‘em baby

And when I start to sing along

Think about all the times that we danced

Next to the stage to it all night long, oh

Then I miss ‘em baby

And I want them tickets
Because its been a whole month since I saw them last
I can not want anymore for those front row seats,
Touch my hand, pull me on stage like in my dreams

Yeah, I am that obsessed
I miss ‘em baby

Because when I see ‘em on TV
No, its not the same as live
Let my obsession be the reason why
I can not sleep
And every time I see tickets on sale
I pray to God that I can go
And meet them, get some more hugs

Man, I can’t get enough
’Cause I love them, yes I need them
I miss ‘em baby

I miss ‘em baby
Until I can’t take it no more
I miss ‘em baby

Pack your bags and hit the door
Fill up the gas, we got a lot of miles to go
Gotta get there on time, I got some more tickets
I miss ‘em baby

Because when I see ‘em on TV
No, its not the same as live
Let my obsession be the reason why
I can not sleep
And every time I see tickets on sale
I pray to God that I can go
And meet them, get some more hugs

Man, I can’t get enough
’Cause I love them, yes I need them
I miss ‘em baby

Every time I my favorite song
I miss ‘em baby

*~*~*~*

“I miss Jayberry”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “Mayberry” By: ~oh, come on now guys, RASCAL FLATTS!!)

Sometimes it feels like Jayberry is on his way over,

To my house to sing to me.

But then I wake up and turn on my radio

To make me feel like he’s there.

Sunday is a day of rest;

Church, Rascal, Church and Rascal.

And we can’t slow down

‘Cause he’s best.

It’s all an endless dream.

(Well) I miss Jayberry;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Coke

Where everything is nice and hott,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I can hear all us fans shouting

Though the crowds as we sing along.

That’s when we climb up there on that stage

To see if Jay will give us a hug.

Now I can’t fly, but I got two feet

That let me try to climb to that Jayberry,

Up with the music and great songs,

My worries disappear.

(Well) I miss Jayberry;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Coke

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I dream I’m walkin’ down his nice paved road;

Not even listed on a map.

I pass Gary and Joe carrin’ a football,

But I always wake up, everytime

I try to turn back:

(Well) I miss Jayberry;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold Coke,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Bye, Bye

(“I miss Jayberry” and some yaya’s 2x’s)

~*~*~*~

“I miss Gar-Bear”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “Mayberry” By: ~oh, come on now guys, RASCAL FLATTS!!)

Sometimes it feels like Gar-Bear is on his way over,

To my house to sing to me.

But then I wake up and turn on my radio

To make me feel like he’s there.

Sunday is a day of rest;

Church, Rascal, Church and Rascal.

And we can’t slow down

‘Cause he’s best.

It’s all an endless dream.

(Well) I miss Gar-Bear;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Dew

Where everything is nice and hott,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Singin' into his mic,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I can hear all us fans shouting

Though the crowds as we sing along.

That’s when we climb up there on that stage

To see if Gar will give us a hug.

Now I can’t fly, but I got two feet

That let me try to climb to that Gar-Bear,

Up with the music and great songs,

My worries disappear.

(Well) I miss Gar-Bear;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Dew

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Singin' into his mic,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I dream I’m walkin’ down his nice paved road;

Not even listed on a map.

I pass Jay and Joe carrin’ a football,

But I always wake up, everytime

I try to turn back:

(Well) I miss Gar-Bear;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold Coke,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Singin' into his mic,

Where people pass by and call him by his nick name.

Watchin’ the fans walk by.

Bye, bye.

Bye, Bye

(“I miss Gar-Bear” and some yaya’s 2x’s)

~*~*~*~

“I miss Joe Don”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “Mayberry” By: ~oh, come on now guys, YOU, RASCAL FLATTS!!)

Sometimes it feels like Rascal Flatts are on their way over,

To my house to sing to me.

But then I wake up and turn on my radio

To make me feel like they’re there.

Sunday is a day of rest;

Church, Rascal, Church and Rascal.

And we can’t slow down

‘Cause they’re best.

It’s all an endless dream.

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Water,

Where everything is nice and hott,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I can hear all us fans shouting

Though the crowds as we sing along.

That’s when I climb up there on that stage

To see if I can get a hug.

Now I can’t fly, but I got two feet

That let me try to climb to them Rascals,

Up with the music and great guys,

My worries disappear.

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Water,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I dream I’m walkin’ down his nice paved road;

Not even listed on a map.

I pass Gary and Jay carrin’ a fishin’ pole,

But I always wake up, everytime

I try to turn back:

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold Water,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Bye, Bye

(“I miss Joe Don” and some yaya’s 2x’s)

*~*~*~*

“I want them Rascal Flatts for Christmas”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.”)

I want them Rascal Flatts for Christmas
Only them Rascal Flatts will do
Don’t wanna a doll
No dinky-tinker toy

I want them Rascal Flatts

To talk with and enjoy
I want them Rascal Flatts for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use
A dirty chimney flue
Just bring them threw the front door
That’s the easiest thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, a joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see those Rascal-Heroes standing there
I want them Rascal Flatts for Christmas
Only them Rascal Flatts will do
No wrapping paper, no bad boy bands
I only love my Rascal Flatts
And them Rascal Flatts love me too
Mom says a Rascal would just run away, but then
Daddy says a Rascal would never leave me
There’s lots of room for them
In our spare bedroom
I’d feed them there, and talk to them there, and give them their massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, a joy and what surprise

When I open up my eyes

To see those Rascal-Heroes standing there
I want Them Rascal Flatts for Christmas

Only them Rascal Flatts will do

No wrapping paper, no bad boy bands

I only love my Rascal Flatts

And my Rascal Flatts love me too

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I’m Just a Fan”
By Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
[To the tune of “I’m Still a Guy” by Brad Paisley]

When you see a deer, you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on Gary’s wall
When you see a lake you think picnics
And I see Joe Don golfing on the course

You're probably thinkin’ that you're gonna change me
Well I think I’m beyond it now
I call in sick for concerts
Oh yeah, no matter what,
Remember, I'm just a fan

When you see a priceless friend's painting
I see a proud obsessed girl
You think traveling to every show sounds crazy
Well, I'd like to give it a whirl

Well love makes a fan do some things they’re sure proud of
And in any free moment I might
Stand hours in snow, put flyers in the mall
But remember, I’m just a fan

And they pour out their hearts, call fans their family
They sing love songs that make me cry
[But] I’ll turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause they laughed at them as they walked by

I can hear you now talkin’ to your friends
Sayin’ yeah guys she's gone a long way
From savin all year so she can get lawn seats
To joinin the FAM for VIPs

But when you say a picture means only a picture
And you swat my hand when I try
Well now what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I'm just a fan

And they pour out their hearts, their fans are family
They sing love songs that make me cry
[But] I’ll turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause they laughed at you as you walked by

“These Days” is my favorite song live
Jay met Tara on the video
They are the best thing to ever hit the country stage
Entertainer should go to them

Yeah with all of these fans linin’ up to get Pits
And headin’ up the sides of the catwalk
But I got meet and greets and 2 VIPs, yeah I bought you a pair
Yeah honey, I'm just a fan

Yeah, I’m part of the FAM, their CDs in my truck
Oh thank God I'm just a fan