HANG TEN MY FRIEND Pat Aureli and Danny Myrick Tiny beachside tiki bar An old gray beard talking scars Pointing at a surfboard in the sand Paint-spattered old jukebox Nothin' but Marley, it never stops Bikini girls in search of a perfect tan I listened as he talked about flying and falling and Jesus and water Smiling as he said… (Chorus) When you finally catch the wave you want you better ride it Even if the tide gets a little too rough, don't fight it. Just lose yourself out on that board See what the ocean has in store Open your mind find your peace within Hang ten my friend Well I rolled my eyes took another sip Thought that dude's one helluva trip But I guess it takes all kinds of kinds The more I heard the more I thought maybe He might not be sun-baked crazy And maybe there's some treasure for me to find So I ordered one more beer just so I could sit and hear His gospel of the surfboard one more time (Repeat Chorus) (Solo) (Bridge) Just got the word he's gone Sat down and wrote this song A little truth to pass along (Repeat Chorus) (Tag) May the thrill never end Hang ten my friend Danny Myrick, BMI, Round Hill Music Pat Aureli, BMI, Whole Lotta Pina Coladas Music Contact: Pat Aureli 207-251-8313 Pataureli525@gmail.com
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Grass Stains Pat Aureli, Todd Dickinson and Marty Dodson (V 1) Well it was a one of a kind, blow your mind, Remember forever kinda summertime. Seventeen, walkin’ the line between, A girl and a girl gone wild And then Hot Damn!(Then I saw a hot man in) Long hair and sun tan Thinkin’ back I know I shoulda ran From those baby blues, I looked straight into Cause that's when the trouble began All I’m sayin’ is a starlit meadow at night, Ain't the place you wanna be wearin' white… ‘cause (CHORUS) Grass stains, are hard to explain, When ya told your momma ya'll were at the Dairy Queen. But his Watermelon Jolly Rancher kissable lips, Sent chills from my toes to my fingertips... I had a, countried up mid-summer nights dream Til my momma went and spotted them fresh green Grass Stains (V2) Well she grounded me For three long weeks But she went and washed away all the evidence She said you know your daddy’d kill you If he ever found out But between you and me I know how them Grass stains are hard to explain Grass stains are hard to explain (Cold stop) Rock it momma (REPEAT CHORUS) (BRIDGE) I was over my head under the light of the moon, On the ground in his arms that night If I’da slipped on some plain old blue jeans Everything woulda been alright (REPEAT CHORUS) (TAG) I still remember those damn things… All them Grass Stains ©2016 Patricia Ann Aureli, Whole Lotta Pina Coladas Music, BMI ©2016 JackTodd Dickinson, BMI ©2016 Marty Dodson, BMI Contact: Pat Aureli, 207-251-8313 Pataureli525@gmail.com
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Forget You Pat Aureli Intro V1: I still remember that little gold locket swinging sexy round your neck Blonde hair blowin', tears flowin', pretty blue eyes turned red You said we were through at that Route 40 truck stop Slammed the door an’ crushed my heart When you threw your ring through the window of my car The last thing you said... Chorus: Forget you__ I just need to Forget you... May take a little time to erase this tattoo… of… you…offa my mind Ain't no drug or drink gonna help me get through I just need to Forget you...whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh__ Forget you (spoken) (Break) V2: After that night Girl you dropped outta sight, I never knew the reason why You weren't even showin', I had no way of knowin' that little baby boy was mine Can’t believe he’s ten…says his prayers every night, Prob’ly tells himself again and again... Chorus: Forget you__ I just need to Forget you__ All I ever wanted was a little bit of time For games and birthdays and a Dad to call mine Ain’t gonna miss someone I never knew__ I just need to Forget you__ Yeah, yeah forget you (spoken) Post Chorus: Forget you I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don’t wanna Forget you__ Bridge: Girl why can’t we all just start all over again 'Cause I could never in a million years Tag Forget you¬¬__ I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna Forget you__(2x) ©2016 Pat Aureli, Whole Lotta Pina Coladas Music, BMI Contact: Pat Aureli, 207-251-8313 Pataureli525@gmail.com
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Bass Hole Pat Aureli Intro… (Yeah) V1: Got my tackle box and fishin' pole Rattlin' down this dusty road Towin' my boat behind my ol' pickup truck Swayin' to the radio – Goin’ where nobody knows Headin' to my favorite spot to try my luck Cooler of ice and Bud Light Dreamin' about watchin' 'em bite Outta nowhere comes an S.O.B. flyin' by in an SUV Before I know – it he's side-swiping me CH: Bass hole Aw, bass hole But it won't be long til I'm droppin’ a line And everything’ll be just fine At that big ol' bass hole V2: I'm launchin' my boat out on the lake Hopin' I'm not runnin' too late Thinkin' about reelin' the big one in Old coffee can filled with bait - a tug on the rope is all it takes That motor’s hummin' – got me wearin' a grin Tossin' the anchor, poppin' a top Ready to cast and let my bobber drop A jet skier whizzes by (gotta be) doin' sixty-five I'm barely hanging on just tryin' not to – capsize CH: Bass hole Aw, bass hole But it won’t be long til I'm dropping a line And everything’ll be just fine At this big ol' bass hole V3/half: Finally I got a bite The biggest dang fish of my life Jumpin' five feet straight up in the air He put up a helluva a fight -- then he snapped my pole and the line I tripped and fell in and all I could do was swear CH: (Repeat 2x) Tag: Whoa-oh-oh-oh big ol' bass hole Whoa-oh-oh-oh Man, what a bass hole -- Hey, yeah__ Man, what a big ol’ bass hole Bass hole ©2016 Pat Aureli, Whole Lotta Pina Coladas Music, BMI Contact: Pat Aureli, 207-251-8313 pataureli525@gmail.com
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