“Rascal Girl”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of Jessica Andrews’ “Summer Girl”)
I drive a Red Nova
My bumper sticker reads
“Rascal Flatts Rock”
Yeah, you know that that’s true
What they do is a serious thing
Give their girls a diamond ring
Joe’s got a new tattoo
I think you’ll like it too
And in my mind
Their sun shines
All the time
Chorus:
(‘Cause) I’m just a Rascal girl
I wear RF shirts
When I let my hair down
(That's when the concert starts)
(The party never stops)
Who
needs a boyfriend
I got the Pounders
When we get together
The summer never ends
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh
(We’re just Rascal
girls)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Converse and Fringe jeans
Guitar picks and drum sticks
We all hope for one
When they all play those great songs
No one will wanna sit
You’ll just dance around
They’ll raise you’re luck
They’ll even brighten you’re hopes
In our world
Day or night
Rain or shine
(Repeat Chorus)
Rap:
Everybody needs a little bit of Rascals
Everybody needs time to unwind
Everybody's got to have a good time
(We’re just Rascal girls)
Everybody get up on your feet
Everybody got to shake your body
Everybody got a right to be free
(We’re just Rascal Girls)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Repeat Chorus and Rap)
~*~*~*~
“Rascal
Flatts”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Tim McGraw” by Taylor Swift)
I
said the way Jay’s blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
You said: 'That's a lie'
Just
3 boys on a cool, bright stage
That could dance and sing for me all night long,
Oh yeah, every night
An' I was right
there beside them all summer long
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone
But
when you think: Rascal Flatts,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon
like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
[I] hope you think our first Rascal concert
Think of our
Rascal CDs,
An' my faded RF tee
When you think Rascal Flatts,
I hope you think of me
September
saw a month of tears,
An' thankin' God that they weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a CD that you never heard,
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An'
lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:
But
when you think: Rascal Flatts,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon
like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
[I] hope you think our first Rascal concert
Think of our
Rascal CDs,
An' my faded RF tee
When you think Rascal Flatts,
I hope you think of me
And
I'm back for the first time since then:
I'm standin' by my seat,
An' there's a letter left on your old seat,
An'
the first thing that you'll read:
Is:
'When you think: Rascal Flatts,
'I hope you think my favorite song'
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope
you can come back to that place
When you think happiness,
[I] hope you think: Our first Rascal concert
Think
of our Rascal CDs,
An' my faded RF tee
When you think Rascal Flatts,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm
I
said the way Jay’s blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
You said:
'That's a lie'
*~*~*~
Rascal Yacht Club
By: Teri “RF
Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of
Greig Morgan’s “Redneck Yacht Club”)
Meetin' my buddies out on the lake
We're headed out to a special place we love
That a lot of fans know
There's
no signin' up, no monthly dues
Get your favorite Rascal Flatts shirt and your CDs an’ fire ’em up
Meet us out at Rascal Love
Come
on in' the waters fine
Just idle on over an' toss ‘em a song
Two
guitars, a drummer and a lead singer
Play together with their perfect harmonies
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
Side by side, there's five hundred plus fans
Even some out on the water joining in
Regular fans rocking the boat, that's us
The Rascal Yacht Club
Converse and fringe on the jeans
They popped their first CD in at 10 am: That RF
They’re our Presidents
They even make sure the girls way up there
Is having the best time, of their life
Everybody’s singin’ along
Later on when the sun goes down
They’ll pull out their picks and
those old guitars
An' sing another set
Two
guitars, a drummer and a lead singer
Play together with their perfect harmonies
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
Side by side, there's five hundred plus biggest fans
Even some out on the water joining in
Regular fans rocking the boat, that's us
The Rascal Yacht Club
When
the concert’s over and we're all alone
Well be singin’ along in a no-wake zone
Two
guitars, a drummer and a lead singer
Play together with their perfect harmonies
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
Side by side, there's five hundred plus biggest fans
Even some out on the water joining in
Regular fans rocking the boat, that's us
The Rascal Yacht Club
Rascal Yacht Club
(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na)
(Na na, na na, na
na, na na, na na, na na)
The Rascal’s Yacht Club
(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na)
(Na na, na na,
na na, na na, na na, na na)
*~*~*~*
“Rascally Men”
Written By: Teri “RF Girl”
Monahan (idea from Suz)
(To the tune of “Trashy Women”
by Confederate Railroad)
Well, I was raised in a sophisticated
kind of style
Yeah, my Rascally music and men drove my folks half wild
Mom and dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes
and, ah, symphonies
But I like my music how I like my men wild.
Yeah, and I like my men just a little on the Rascally
side.
When they wear their jeans just right and their hair is spiked,
Right amount of gel, and, ah, a lot of fans
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
And I like my men just a little on the Rascally side.
You should
have seen the looks on the faces of my dad and mom
When I showed up at the door with my date for the senior prom
They
said, "Well, pardon us, girl, he ain't no kid!
That's a Vegas stripper in a Joe Don Rooney wig!"
I said, "I know it,
Dad. Ain't he cool! That's the kind I dig!"
Yeah, and I like my men just
a little on the Rascally side.
When they wear their jeans just right and their hair is spiked,
Right amount of gel,
and, ah, a lot of fans
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
And I like my men just a little on the Rascally
side.
I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold
Yeah, and I like 'em sexy, I like 'em amazin’ and
bold
Well, they say that opposites attract, well I don't agree
I want a man just as Rascally as me
Yeah, I like
my men just a little on the Rascally side.
Yeah, and I like my men just a
little on the Rascally side.
When they wear their jeans just right and their hair is spiked,
Right amount of gel,
and, ah, a lot of fans
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
And I like my men just a little on the Rascally
side.
Yeah, I like my men and I like 'em on the Rascally side!
~*~*~*~
Rascalville
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of "Boondocks" by Little Big Town)
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in Rascalville
One
thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in Rascalville
And I can feel that
Rush when they come on stage
And I can hear those
Heaven sent melodies
They sing to me and
It sounds familiar
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in Rascalville
One
thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in Rascalville
And I can hear that
Rascal Flatts song and it's still so sweet
When they sing
it
On the stage to all their great fans
Yeah, and it calls to us like a warm wind
blowing
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in Rascalville
One thing I know
No
matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in Rascalville
They all taught me about living
They all taught me about love
They all taught
me about working hard
And having a little was just enough
They all taught me about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or
leave it
This is me
This is who I am
Give me a big stage
A front porch or a
Big backyard
And that's home to me
It feels like home to me
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in Rascalville
One
thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in Rascalville
I keep my heart and soul in Rascalville
You get money
I'll get a phone
We'll go see Rascal Flatts in concert
Five-hour concert on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
You get money
I'll get a phone
We'll go see Rascal Flatts in concert
(Down in Rascalville)
Five-hour concert on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
You get money
I'll get a phone
We'll go see Rascal Flatts in concert
(Down in rascalville)
Five-hour concert on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
(Get a little Rascal for me)
~*~*~*~
“Rascal Flatts Obsessed”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “I Believe”
By Diamond Rio)
Every now and then,
Soft as
a whisper in my dreams,
I feel ‘the Flatts’ come back again,
And it's like they haven’t been,
Gone
a moment from my ear
Like the radio batteries never died
Like the hands of time were holding them with me
And with all my heart I'm sure,
They’re
louder than they ever were
I do have to hear and see,
I've got all the proof
I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I’m obsessed
Oh, I’m obsessed
Now when batteries die your life
can’t on
It does end there when there're gone
Every soul is filled with grief,
It should never end and I'm
right,
Our love can even reach across eternity
I’m obsessed
Oh, I’m obsessed
Forever, Rascals are a part of
me
Forever, in the heart of me
I will hold them even longer if I can
Oh, the people who don't hear the best,
Say
that I obsess to much
If that makes me crazy, then I am,
'Cause I’m obsessed
Oh I’m obsessed
There are more than angels watching
over me
I’m obsessed
Oh, I’m obsessed
Every now and then,
Soft as
a whisper in my dreams,
I feel ‘the Flatts’ come back again,
And I’m obsessed
~*~*~*~
Rascal Chicks Dig ‘Em
BY Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Chicks Dig It”
by: Chris Cagle)
Hey ya’ll watch this!
Rascal Flatts, Live from the Beach
Standin’ tall on that stage
by the water
Lookin’ cool like they always
do
I told all of the neighborhood
Said hey ya’ll, watch this
My fate was a back row seat
And my reward was a meet and greet
When daddy asked me how I liked
it
I made him laugh out loud when
I told him
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
The picture may fade
But we will always have the memories
of that hug, oh yeah
We might have met ‘em only
for a minute
But life is short so go on and
love ‘em
Cause Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
Oh yeah, mmmm
Back on the bus, on the way to
another show
They’d do anything for us
Flatt-heads
Drivin’ fast so they will
make it on time
Then out comes Jay, then Gary,
and Joe Don
The police came and called my father
But I met Rascal Flatts
And when the judge asked me why
I jumped that fence
He threw the book at me when I
told him
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
The picture may fade
But we will always have the memories
of that hug, oh yeah
We might have met ‘em only
for a minute
But life is short so go on and
love ‘em
Cause Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
Oh yeah. Ohh, oh
Just throw away those old boy-bands
CDs
And then sit back, relax, enjoy
the Flatts
The picture may fade
But we will always have the memories
of that hug, oh yeah
We might have met ‘em only
for a minute
But life is short so go on and
love ‘em
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
The picture may fade
But we will always have the memories
of that hug, oh yeah
We might have met ‘em only
for a minute
But life is short so go on and
love ‘em
It don’t matter if ya meet
or if ya ever do
Hey Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
Oh yeah, Rascal Chicks dig ‘em,
Mmm
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em, Ah,
hey, aw yeah
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em
I got this picture when I was 15
years old
Showing off for Rascal Flatts on
my Meet and greet
And the one over my door, well
I got that back in ‘04
Jumpin’ over the fence
Just to meet them hotties again…
And I did!! Hah, oh
Rascal Chicks dig ‘em!
~*~*~*~
“Rascal
Boot Scootin' Boogie”
By: Teri
“RF Girl” Monahan
(To the
tune of “Boot Scootin Boogie” By: Brooks&Dunn)
Out in the country
Past
the city limits sign
Where there's a honky tonk
Near the county line
The crowd starts screamin' every time
When
the band comes on
They got guitars, great music, and smoke
They’re where all the cowboy folk
Go to Rascal boot
scootin' boogie
They’ve got a good job
They work hard for their money
When it's quittin' time
They hit
the door singin'
They fire up their Chevy truck
And listen to they’re fans scream
They go flyin' down that
highway
To that next stage
Even way out in the woods
To do the Rascal boot scootin' boogie
Yeah, heel, toe,
docie do
Come on baby, let's go Rascalin’
Oh, Chevrolet, Cadillac, baby meet me in the front
We're gonna boogie
Oh,
get Jay, call Gary, go to Joe’s:
Rascal boot scootin' boogie
The Pop lady asks me
Says, "Girl
what'll it be?"
I want a shot at those Rascals yonder lookin' at me
The whole bands hoppin'
And they’re hotter
than the Fourth of July
I see outlaws, inlaws, crooks and straights
All out makin' it shake
Doin' the Rascal boot
scootin' boogie
Yeah, heel, toe, docie do
Come on baby, let's go boot Rascalin'
Oh, Chevrolet, Cadillac, baby
meet me in the front
We're gonna boogie
Oh, get Jay, call Gary, go to Joe’s
Rascal boot scootin' boogie
*~*~*~*
“Rascal
Flatts Fan”
By: Teri
“RF Girl” Monahan
(To
the tune of “Mississippi Girl”
by: Faith Hill)
Yeah…Well,
it’s a long way from my house in the city
To the big stage their singing on tonight
And sometimes the butterflies
still get us
When they give us a smile
And some people seem to think that we’ve changed
Since before we
saw our Rascals live
But in our soul, we know that we’re the same way
That we have and will always be
‘Cause
a Rascal Flatts fan don’t changer their ways
Just ‘cause people try to get us to
Ain’t big headed
from all those awards
We still love listing to the debut
Singin’ along to every single word
They may know us
all around the world
But, ya’ll, we’re still a Rascal Flatts fan…Whoo!
Well, we come from miles
around
To see Rascal Flatts on that big stage
But we don’t forget where we came from, or going next
That’s
just us, chasing Rascals
Whoo! …‘Cause a Rascal Flatts fan don’t changer their ways
Just ‘cause
people try to get us to
Ain’t big headed from all those awards
We still love listing to the debut
Singin’
along to every single word
They may know us all around the world
But, ya’ll, we’re still a Rascal Flatts
------ fan
Rascal Flatts fan! Oh, oh
Rascal Flatts fan!
Rascal Flatts fan!
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh
Rascal
Flatts fan!
Na,
na, na, na, na, na
Na,
na, na, na, na, na.... (Fade)
*~*~*~*
“Rascal
Girl”
By: Teri
“RF Girl” Monahan
(To the
tune of “Baby Girl” By: Sugarland)
They
say this town, the stars came out all the time
Well, I don't know, can't see 'em, I don’t have the money to get
in
And
it’s a long way from here to the place where the Rascals come
Well Its Two thousand miles and one left turn
Dear
Mom and Dad
Please send tickets. I'm so broke that it ain't funny
I don't need much, just as long as I get to see
‘em
Please
don't say no, I’ve been good
See they’re playin' here at the bar tonight
This time I'm gonna make my dreams
come true
Well I want this more than anything in the world
Love, your Rascal Girl
Black top, blue sky, big
town full big Flatt-heads
Everybody's your friend in the Rascal’s shirts
They got Joe Don, Jay, and Gary, they
put on the best shows
So I’ve heard, I wanna know for sure
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send tickets. I'm
so broke that it ain't funny
I don’t need much just as long as I get to see ‘em
Please
don't say no, I’ve been good,
See they’re playin' here at the bar tonight
This time I'm gonna make my
dreams come true
Well I want this more than anything in the world
Love, your Rascal Girl
I know that they’re
on their way
Well I can tell every time I hear their songs
And I know it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing
When I can
write to you and say
Dear Mom and Dad,
I sent pictures. I had front row tickets, and I’m not playin
Well
it was the best day of my life when I got those hugs
Thanks
for not saying no,
See I got to meet Rascals at the Ritz last week!
What
do ya know I made my dreams came true
And there were fancy lights and guitar picks
And ya know how much they all mean
to me
Well they all add up to nothing compared to you
Well Remember me in Rascal Flatts t-shirts
I still love
you more than anything in the world
Love, your Rascal Girl
*~*~*
“Rascal Girl”
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Pickup Man” by:
Joe Diffie)
Well I saw my Rascal obsession back in ‘03
Drove
my family half crazy talkin’ Rascally talk
Bought all the CDs and such, and didn’t think twice
When I spent
my life savings on those lawn seats
When I tried to give ‘em a kiss I began to understand
There’s just something
men like about a Rascally girl
When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My
first plan was front row seats
Stared cruisin’ the net and got meet and greets
Met
Gary, Jay and Joe Don, made me feel like a queen
They gave me hugs and signed
my CD cover, Jay said
“I love to see new fans, we love Rascal Girls”
You can set my CDs on fire, throw ‘em down a hill
But I still wouldn’t trade ‘em for Gorge Straight
They
got all the top songs that everyone knows
You know if it weren’t for the Flatts we wouldn’t have Flatt-heads
I
met all my boyfriends at concerts,
You know there’s something men like about a Rascal Girl
Most Friday nights, I can be found
In the back of Printers
Alley thinkin’ of old times
Sit back, relax, enjoy the Flatts’ show
You know the close stage lights give
off romantic glows
I never have to make my way to be close to the stage
There's just something men like about a Rascal Girl
You can set my CDs on fire, throw ‘em down a hill
But
I still wouldn’t trade ‘em for Gorge Straight
They got all the top songs that everyone knows
You know if
it weren’t for the Flatts we wouldn’t have Flatt-heads
I met all my boyfriends at concerts,
You know there’s
something men like about a Rascal Girl
Listening to the CDs or wearin’ an RF shirt
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
You
can set my CDs on fire, throw ‘em down a hill
But I still wouldn’t trade ‘em for Gorge Straight
They
got all the top songs that everyone knows
You know if it weren’t for the Flatts we wouldn’t have Flatt-heads
I
met all my boyfriends at concerts,
You know there’s something men like about a Rascal Girl
*~*~*
Rascal
Flattsville
By: Teri
“RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Broken Heartsville” by Joe Nichols)
We wear those Rascal Flatts shirts
every where
Their CDs never leave any of our CD players
Before you start to ask why, sit on back
All I can say is:
“DJ, play me some Rascal Flatts.”
Here’s to the best, yeah you know it’s true.
Who else
is better than them?
Here’s to the men, who rock my world,
Those angels from above.
I think the devil runs
the Country Weekly Boards.
I’ve seen the nasty things that are said.
Not under my watch, I’ll fix those
people,
I live in Rascal Flattsville.
It was a long
cold wait for these first rows
But that kiss from Rascals was so hot
Sang their last song and waved goodbye.
Well,
not for long, I got tickets for tomorrow
Here’s to the best, yeah you know it’s
true.
Who else is better than them?
Here’s to the men, who rock my world,
Those angels from above.
I think
the devil runs the Country Weekly Boards.
I’ve seen the nasty things that are said.
Not under my watch, I’ll
fix those people,
I live in Rascal Flattsville.
Here’s to the best, yeah you know it’s
true.
Who else is better than them?
Here’s to the men, who rock my world,
Those angels from above.
I think
the devil runs the Country Weekly Boards.
I’ve seen the nasty things that are said.
Not under my watch, I’ll
fix those people,
I live in Rascal Flattsville.
~*~*~
Rascal-Time
By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of Kenny Chesney’s “Summer Time”)
Rascal-time
is finally here
That new number one is what they play
Up on that big stage
Man
I can see the Flatts
Day’s
over, the nights roll in
Man,
just like a long lost friend
You
ain't seen in a while
You
can't help but smile
Two
mayonnaise white feet on the dashboard
Young
love and an old Ford
Cool
shades and a tattoo
And
a Coors Light bottle on the floorboard
Rascal
song on the radio
Sing
along 'cause it's one we know
It's
a smile, yeah its time
Yeah we love ya Blake, But it's Rascal-time
Sweet
Rascal-time
Temperature
says 93
We’re
on the highway, 75 miles-per-hour
Beating the traffic
To
the Rascal show
We
got Rascal Flatts tee-shirts on
But
the boys' hearts still skip a beat
When they see all us girls
Up by the stage
Two
mayonnaise white feet on the dashboard
Young
love and an old Ford
Cool
shades and a tattoo
And
a Coors Light bottle on the floorboard
Rascal
song on the radio
Sing
along 'cause it's one we know
It's
a smile, yeah its time
Yeah we love ya Blake, But it's Rascal-time
Sweet
Rascal-time
They
play more songs
And we know every one
Don't
matter how old you are
If
you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah
baby when you got
Two
mayonnaise white feet on the dashboard
Young
love and an old Ford
Cool
shades and a tattoo
And
a Coors Light bottle on the floorboard
Rascal
song on the radio
Sing
along 'cause it's one we know
It's
a smile, yeah its time
Yeah we love ya Blake, But it's Rascal-time
Sweet
Rascal-time
~*~*~*~*~*~
Rascally-er Than
Me
By: Teri “RF
Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of
“Drunker Than Me” by Trent Tomlison)
Oh, yeah
Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation
In your inability to handle your libation
Go zero to sixty
When you get on the Rascals
Well, used to be a song or two
And you'd be fine all evenin'
Now I'm the one who says we're done
And tells us when we're leavin'
Well, I miss the way that it was
Can't even catch the best song
'Cause I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home
Whose got the credit card, got the seats
Who'll pay the bill, call the bend
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with any man, baby
Who gets Rascally-er than me
Well, I never thought it'd come to this
When I said, have another
'Cause, baby, you turned into me
And I became my mother
Well, here's what I'm thinkin'
You're interferin' with my Rascalin’
I think I have an answer to our present situation
'Cause you an' me out on the town's
Got built in limitations
So let me make this clear
Hey, I'm the one who's Rascalin' here
'Cause I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home
Who's got the credit card, got the seats
Who'll pay the bill, call the bend
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with any man, baby
Who gets Rascally-er than me
I ain't tryin' to ruin your good time
But I darn sure ain't lettin' yours ruin mine
You ain't gonna ruin my Rascal-time, baby
'Cause I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home
Whose got the credit card, got the seats
Who'll pay the bill, call the bend
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with any man, baby
Who gets Rascally-er than me
No, I can't be with any man, baby
Who gets Rascally-er than me, yeah
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rascal 12 Days of Christmas
By:Teri “RF Girl” Monahan
(To the tune of “Redneck 12 Days of Christmas” by Jeff Foxworthy)
Whoo! Somebody done been on the internet!
Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas!
You cleaned up! What'd you get?
Five Rascal shirts!
Four
Melt CDs,
Three Rascal key chains,
Two of the other,
And some cardboard cut-out Rascal Flatts.
You fool, you got jipped! There's twelve days to Christmas!
I know that, I got it covered. Look over in the corner.
That's yours, too?!
Yeah! Twelve TV specials,
Eleven Rascal tickets,
Ten backstage passes,
Nine
Rascal Flatts hats,
Eight days in Nashville,
Seven point buck like Gary’s,
Six green guitars,
Five Rascal shirts!
Four
Melt CDs,
Three Rascal key chains,
Two of the other,
And some cardboard cut-out Rascal Flatts.
Man, this ain't normal Christmas presents!
Naw, they're Rascal gifts!
Rascal gifts?!
Yeah, you know, like if you buy your wife earrings that
can spell out Rascal Flatts. Or you put all the songs on a plaque from “Rascal
Flatts.” Or your weekends are filled with long road trips to front row Rascal Flatts concerts.Or you put “Merry
Rascally Christmas” in lights. Or if you leave Joe Don, Gary, and Jay cookies for Santa Clause.
