Think of A Reason Later
By Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “I’ll Think of a Reason Later” by Lee Ann Womack)
I heard her CD was
just announced the plain ole Gold
Then
my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her
There
was the girl on the social page
Lookin’ through tears and all excited
We
decided she don't take a very good picture
It
may be my family's redneck nature
Rubbin'
off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior
It
sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger
But
I don't like her
She
may be a stranger who spends all winter
Bringin'
the homeless blankets and dinner
A regular CMA award stealer
And
I really hate her
I'll
think of a reason later
I
drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker
Childish,
yes, but she made such a thin little target
I
couldn't be happier for my guys
But
I've got the slightest of a jealous bone
And
seein' her with awards tends to enlarge it
It
may be my family's redneck nature
Rubbin'
off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior
It
sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger
But
I don't like her
She
may be a stranger who spends all winter
Bringin'
the homeless blankets and dinner
A regular CMA award stealer
And
I really hate her
I'll
think of a reason later
Inside
her head may lay all the answers
For how Gold albums that wins undeserved awards
She’s got the art of stealing
awards down
And
I really hate her
I'll
think of a reason later
(Spoken)
Well, it was just one tooth
Did
I mention I don't particularly care for her?
She
makes me sick...
~*~*~*
“These Days”
By: Teri “RF Girl”
Monahan
(To the tune of “These
Days” By: oh, come on now, RASCAL FLATTS!)
Hey Joe Don, is that
you?
Wow, your eyes got so green
Yeah, yeah I love ‘em, I really do
“Mayberry,” ain’t
that the song we’d sing
In your Chevy, driving downtown,
Top down, making the rounds,
Checking out the guitars
on Lyric Street
Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me, I dream of that day
And the
next thing you know, I’m reminiscing
Dreaming them dreams
Wishing them wishes
Like you could come back again
I wake up in your arms that disappear when my eyes open
I put on
that old song I want to dance to with you and then
I head off to my job, guess not much has changed
Punch the clock,
head for home, listen to the CD’s, watch the DVD
Go to bed, dream of them
Dream of meeting Rascals is what I’m
doin’ these days
Yeah, that’s what I’m doing
I like to dream that after college
We ran off
to Nashville
I married a Rascal Flatts cowboy
Wow, that is something I would do
But really, I’ve only been
a few places
Mostly here and there once or twice
Still sorting out life but I’m doing alright
Oh, it would
be heaven to meet you three
Well hey girl, I’m late
And those planes, they don’t wait
I might
not ever get this chance again
to meet my Flatt boys
Promise me this isn’t a dream
is this really comin’
true?
Until I truly get a hug…
I wake up in your
arms that disappear when my eyes open
I put on that old song I want to dance to with you and then
I head off to my
job, guess not much has changed
Punch the clock, head for home, listen to the CD’s, watch the DVD
Go to bed,
dream of them
Dream of meeting Rascals is what I’m doin’ these days
Yeah, that’s what I’m
doing
I wake up in your
arms that disappear when my eyes open
I put on that old song I want to dance to with you and then
I head off to my
job, guess not much has changed
Punch the clock, head for home, listen to the CD’s, watch the DVD
Go to bed,
dream of them
Dream of meeting Rascals is what I’m doin’ these days
Yeah, that’s what I’m
doing
I wake up in your arms that disappear when my eyes open
I put on that old song I want to dance to with you
and then
I wake up
in your arms that disappear when my eyes open
I put on that old song I want to dance to with you and then
I wake up in your arms that disappear
when my eyes open
I put on that old song I want to dance to
with you and then
~*~*~
(I’m
Gonna Love Them Like) There Is No End In Sight
By:Teri
“RF Girl” Monahan
(To
the tune of “No End In Sight” By: Katrina Elam)
There's a melody in my head,
An' I ain't stopped hummin' it since I heard their songs.
There's a feelin' I
won't forget,
It started with them singin' to me that way.
An' there's no end in sight.
With an Oklahoma boy who keeps
on shinin’,
They got my heart in motion: gone.
They got Jay an' they got Gary,
And can’t forget Joe Don; they belong.
An'
there's no end in sight.
How bright will they shine?
Jay, Gary, Joe Don,
With them is how I pass the
days and time.
Like there is no end in sight.
They make me laugh, and wanna live.
I'm gonna love them like there
is,
Like there is no end in sight.
So turn the music up real loud, let’s watch the DVD,
There's nothin' on but stars for hours with me.
They're
standin' on the edge of somethin',
Not afraid of jumpin' in deep.
An' there's no end in sight.
How bright will they shine?
Jay, Gary, Joe Don,
With them is how I pass the
days and time.
Like there is no end in sight. (Is no end, is no end in sight.)
They make me laugh, and wanna live.
I'm
gonna love them like there is,
Like there is no end in sight. (Is no end, is no end in sight.)
I'm gonna love them like there is,
Like there is no end in sight. (Is no end, is no end in sight.)
I'm gonna
love them like there is no end in sight.
(Make me wanna laugh, and wanna live.
An' I'm gonna love them like there is,
There is no end, is no end, is
no end in sight.)
There's a melody in my head,
An' I ain't stopped hummin' it since I heard their songs.
*~*~*
“The Life of a Fan”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Me And Charlie Talking” by: Miranda Lambert)
Me and Charlie boy love to go driving,
In out RF shirts we got at concerts
Where we first met, in the M&G line
Waiting to meet our favorite Rascals
Charlie said he wanted to get Pounders
But the concert started so we’d have to wait
He said we’d get people to join in parking lot
Listening to “These Days”
So, we tell everyone we see about
Our guys that shine for us everyday
Request another number one, yeah, here’s to RF
And run like hell to show ‘em off
Oh promoting we did when we'd go walkin',
That’s just me and Charlie talking
Charlie always said he'd like to leave here,
So we turned eighteen and we left our sleepy town
So we sent out letters and we kept looking
For more chances to promote and get more fans
Funny how time and determination make you
Do some crazy and wild things to get more fans
You can start an obsession with a song
And ya look, and its all over the place
So, we tell everyone we see about
Our guys that shine for us everyday
Request another number one, yeah, here’s to RF
And run like hell to show ‘em off
Oh promoting we did when we'd go walkin',
That’s just me and Charlie talking
Even now ya see me at a table with Charlie
Thinkin’ of ways to promote our Rascals
‘Cause a life without the Flatts
Is so, so empty to us
So, go tell everyone ya see about
Our guys that shine for us everyday
Request another number one, yeah, here’s to RF
And run like hell to show ‘em of
Oh promoting we did when we go walkin',
That’s just me and Charlie talking
~*~*~
“They’re Gettin’ Better All The Time”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Better All The Time” by: Brooks
& Dunn)
Us fans stop breathing every time we see ‘em
on TV.
Our heart starts to race every time we hear ‘em on the radio.
We promote all we can and are on the boards every
day.
You three made us believe in magic again.
You
sing us to sleep at night;
We thank God every day for Rascal Flatts.
They’re gettin’ better all the
time;
They’re gettin’ better all the time.
Yeah, I got to work late again this morning,
“Broken Road” was on TV again.
And no one even noticed I'd been crying.
That
song always takes away my breath.
Every Rascal song does that to me.
’Cause
Rascals got that thang that gets ya hooked.
They’re gettin’ better all the time;
They’re gettin’
better all the time.
God they make us happy,
We wish them all well,
We won’t ever get over them,
They’re
everything we are.
I always thought I’d do somethin’ crazy,
If I ever got that special meet and greet.
But
when the moment came last night,
We talked like old friends.
I gave ya all hugs and said “Here’s To You.”
Yeah,
I could have said a million things,
But “Thanks for everything” was the main.
They’re gettin’
better all the time;
They’re gettin’ better all the time.
Rascals are gettin’ better all…the
time.
*~*~*
“They’re Somebody’s Heroes”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Somebody’s Hero” by Jamie
O'Neal)
They’re a living dream letting nothin get
in their way
One day they’re gonna rock Central
Park for a half million fans
Screamin out their names
They do everything for their fans
Left footprints on our hearts with “Movin’
On”
They might have awesome CDs and lots of fans,
maybe go around the world
Yea, they’re just your everyday average guys (and)
They’re somebody’s
heroes
Heroes to the fans in the front row
All the way to the very last
The keeper of all our hearts
The voices
that brings the songs to life
Sings us to sleep every night
And our smiles let them know
Their somebody’s heroes
Rascals got the best fans ever, so they say. But us fans
Say its because we’re fans to the best group ever
We’ve
been there since “Prayin’ For Daylight” and will always be
Giving them all our love is our life’s
ambition
They look out to the fans from the stage and hears them all
Cryin’ out their name with tears of joy runnin’
down their face
They’re somebody’s heroes
Heroes to the fans in the meet and greet line
Waited all
my life to get those hugs
It feels so good to tell them thanks, hear their voice say my name
I look deep into those
Flatts’ eyes
And my smile lets them know
They’re somebody’s
hero
Thirty years have flown right past
I’m
staring at those old photographs
Of the night we met; saw em live, best night of my life
Yea, “here’s to
you!”
They’re our favorite heroes
Heroes to the fans that stuck with them
Through
the good and in the bad
Three angels sent from heaven above
They sing to us every time they get
Smiles back when
we sing along
And our smiles let them know
Their fans smiles let them know
They’re our favorite heroes
~*~*~
“Those Rascal Flatts
Boys are Sexy”
By: Teri “RF Girl”
Monahan
(To the tune of: “She
Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” By: Kenny Chesney)
Waitin’ in the M&G line in the hot summer
sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here they come
With a hand full of Sharpies and big smiles on their
faces
I get all excited, my dream’s finally comin’ true
Wait till I get my hug, awe,
so sweet
Just look at their faces, oh, I’m meltin’
Those Rascal Flatts boys are sexy, really turns
me on
I’m always starin’ at ‘em, while I'm singin’ along
I like the way Gary grooves while singing
all the songs
And I’m crazy over that
Rooney bootie
And Jay is the one that understands what makes me laugh
Those Rascal Flatts boys are sexy
We’re singin’
all the songs till we run out of light
“Here’s To You” the last song of the night
Walk sadly to the car, its
all over, turn on the CDs
Tell Dad I have a dream, he
asks what it is
I say I want this all over
again, never want it to end
And one more teeny, weenie hug before he takes me home
Those Rascal Flatts boys are
sexy, really turns me on
I’m always starin’ at ‘em, while I'm singin’ along
I like the way Gary
grooves while singing all the songs
And I’m crazy over that
Rooney bootie
And Jay is the one that understands what makes me laugh
Those Rascal Flatts boys are sexy
Well, I ain’t into boy
bands or lip-sinkers
But if it sounds like a Rascal man my eyes light up
Those Rascal Flatts boys
are sexy, really turns me on
I’m always starin’ at ‘em, while I'm singin’ along
I like the way
Gary grooves while singing all the songs
And I’m crazy over that
Rooney bootie
And Jay is the one that understands what makes me laugh
Those Rascal Flatts boys are sexy
Those Rascal Flatts boys
are sexy
Those Rascal Flatts boys are sexy
~*~*~
Tell Us Something Bad about Rascals
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Tell Me Something Bad about Tulsa”
by: George Strait)
I don’t care what they
say
We’ll love Rascals anyway
It don’t matter if its good or “bad”
They will forever have
us ten thousand fans
Tell us somethin’ bad about Rascals
Yea, listen to that silence from ya now
Tell us
somethin’ bad about Rascals
So we can just go and prove
You are so wrong, yea, so wrong again
Eyes as blue as Tulsa
skies
I kept gettin' lost in when
I met Jay
That Okie’s boys perfect
hair
I could run my hands through
forever
But things just got started
when
Gary did that hott
SQUAT
We kept screamin’
And
they kept singing, just for us
Tell us somethin’ bad about
Rascals
Yea, listen to that silence from ya now
Tell us somethin’ bad about Rascals
So we can just go and prove
You are so wrong, yea, so wrong again
Tell us somethin’ bad about Rascals
So we can just go and prove
You are so wrong, yea, so wrong again
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Their Fan”
By:
Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Corn Fed” by Shannon Brown)
I call off work to
Get really
good seats
I'll save for months to even get lawn seats
I don't leave my car, when Rascals are on
There
ain't nobody here that won’t be there
That's the way we do in our town
You'll never hear me apologize
For
growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life concert to concert
Singing “Here’s To You”
Fans
and fans for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but Rascals in the CD player
I thank the good Lord I was born and bred
Their
fan
There ain't a dull moment
At
Rascal’s concerts
You’ll see fans from all over everywhere
They come from miles around
They give five
star concerts
“Here’s To You,” “These Days,” “Everyday Love”
And we wash it
down with a tall "Mayberry"
You'll never hear me apologize
For
growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life concert to concert
Singing “Here’s To You”
Fans
and fans for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but Rascals in the CD player
I thank the good Lord I was born and bred
Their
fan
It's show time, 6 pm, Joe Don’s
guitar comes alive again
Sweat on their face, hands in the air
Ain't nothing better on God's green Earth
You'll never hear me apologize
For
growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life concert to concert
Singing “Here’s To You”
Fans
and fans for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but Rascals in the CD player
I thank the good Lord I was born and bred
Their
fan
Well I thank the good Lord I was
born and bred
Their fan
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“The Lucky Ones”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “The Lucky One” by Faith Hill)
So hot outside all I can wear
Is this Rascal Flatts t-shirt
And these sandals on my feet
But I emptied my pockets for a tour
ticket
So I could sit here on a broken seat
That’s
the one place I should go
I got no worries you know
Law seats or seventh row
It doesn't matter to me
'Cause they're here
That's all I need to know
The sunshine's everywhere they go
I’ve got their CDs to listen to
Every night yeah
We’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones
Well I pulled back down to my up street
apartment
Rascal Flatts CDs all over this old place
I got row seven and I thought I'd be
further back
Than just next to the stage
I got no papers to read
CMT’s
on the T.V.
RF concerts where I will be
I got three people to meet
'Cause they're here
That's all I need to know
The sunshine's everywhere they go
I’ve got their CDs to listen to
Every night yeah
We’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones
I'm
on a roll
When I'm with them
Don't stop me now
I just can't lose
'Cause they're
here
That's all I need to know
The sunshine's everywhere they go
I’ve got their CDs to listen to
Every night yeah
We’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones