Album #1: An Alleyway In Allouez - Album Information and Lyrics 2023-2025
06. Fish Monger
Creator: Bret Mon, Guitar/vocals: Bret Mon, Background guitar/vocals: Bob Kapla
Info: I wanted to write another Irish song, and I came up with this cute song about a guy that is in love with a beautiful gal that sells seafood in a stall on the street.
Lyrics:
I'm in love with a girl
She works 2 blocks away
Fiery red hair and oh that smile
I see her most every day
She yells "I've got mollusks and mackerels"
in a voice, oh so sweet
I've got Butterfish and snapper,
And sardines for a Treat
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I'm in love with the fish monger
On the corner of Lakeland the street
see her each and every day
in her stall, selling ocean meat
When she pries open those oysters
It gives me quite a thrill… (pause)
Her hands smell like the ocean
And her breath like a whiskey still
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Though I'm not a fan of the oysters
I still frequent her stall
Quickly shuck and suck cost 1 buck
With tabasco sauce and all
I hand her my money
and when she looks away
I spit that snot into my hand
Later I will throw it away
CHORUS
Some Love stories are happy
And others are quite sad
This story isn't written yet
And for that, I am glad
Today I did see her
I went to kiss her hand
The fishy smell made me gag
And I puked all over her stand
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Her hands smell like the ocean And her breath like a whiskey still
08. Dad Bod
Creator: Bret Mon, Guitar/vocals: Bret Mon, Background guitar/vocals: Bob Kapla
Info: As we grow older, we find outselves doing things old men do, but still trying to stay fit, they call Dad Bodies, or Dad Bods.
Lyrics:
I hang out at the beach, see all the girls with the curves
They look at me like I'm one of those old guy pervs
I suck in my gut and give them a smile
I'm just an young-old guy with a DAD-BOD style
I go to the gym each and every day
I don't understand why my hair is grey
I'm fit as a fiddle and strong as an ox
Until I had to pick up that amazon box
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D A E A
My belly's getting bigger than it was before, My six pack has turned into a liquor store
I suck in my gut as pretty girls walk by, I'm rocking the dad bod , my oh my ("look at this guy")
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At night before I retire to my bed
My bourbon nightcap is a fiber shake instead
Put on my CPAP, kiss the wife good night
9 hours of sleep for darth vader tonight...(darth breathing)
I used to pee like it was a fireman's hose
Now it dribbles out, and spills on my toes
I have to pee 5 or 6 times thru the night
I piss on the seat, I got old man's sight
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I wake up in the morning, feeling the dread
It hurts when I stretch, I wish I was dead
I run to the mailbox to get the mail
Gasping for breath, difficult to inhale
(stop show, breathing on harp)
I look in the mirror, I see wrinkles and grey
I use ROGAIN n TEGRIN to my dismay
It sucks getting older, it's a crying shame
but I'm rockin this dad bod, or at least so I claim
10. Fishing With My Neighbor Brad
Creator: Bret Mon, Guitar/vocals: Bret Mon, Background guitar/vocals: Bob Kapla
Info: My neighbor Brad wanted me to create a song about our fishing. I was jesting over beers one time and the next day had an idea. Write a song about how Brad catches fish after fish and I just watch my bobber float.
Lyrics:
Well I'm, Fishing with my Neighbor Brad, On his pontoon on Shawano lake
I'm watching my bobber float, No bites, for gosh darn sake.
Brad pulled in a monster of a fish, 3 pounds it must weigh
I haven't had a fricken bite yet, Just watching my bobber sway
Brad pulled in a bunch more keepers, They're getting bigger every time
I pull in little tweener, Now I'm 1 for 29
Well I'm, Fishing with my Neighbor Brad, On his pontoon on Shawano lake
Just watching my bobber float on by, No bites, for gosh darn sake.
Holy cow, I got more than a nibble, my bobber, it took a dive
it was only a weed bass, but damn.. I felt alive
I look over at Brad, he hasn't had a fish in a while
my bobber went down again, That kinda made me smile
Well I'm Boating with my Neighbor Brad On his pontoon, it's all fun
He's the one catching all the fish, and I'm enjoying the sun
A keeper just hit my line, it fought me like a champ
Brad pulled in 3 more fish, My brain just got a cramp
In the distance we saw some clouds (roll in), Looks like we're getting wet
when rain hit, Brad reeled in 2 more, and I haven't had one yet
Well I'm watching my Neighbor Brad, pull croppy in all day long
Why can't I get just one more fish, so-I-can-end this gosh darn song
Well I'm, Fishing all day with my Neighbor Brad, On his pontoon on Shawano lake
Doesn't matter who caught all the fish, the fish fry will still be great!
12. No Stopping Tonight
Creator: Bret Mon, Inspired by: Chris Wenz song "No Secret Tonight",
Info: Helping another band with a song, I had an idea of how I would write it, went with differnent chords and changed the theme, turning this into a completely different song. Song is about a person with drug/booze habit and struggling with the world.
Lyrics:
There's no stopping tonight
Can't see what's ahead
It's going to be a fight, restless in my head
No Stopping Tonight No Stopping Toniiiiiight X2
Fueling up on whiskey and cocaine
Never once did I look back
Tomorrow could be my last day
So I'm not holding back
Can't stop it at all
I forgot what you said,
Just visions in my head I mumbled again
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Unbearable dreams
Stab at my soul
Deep down in my heart there is an empty hole
No Stopping Tonight No Stopping Toniiiiiight X2
Feed the fire without a fight
I drift hazily thru the night
thoughts of you never left my sight
Fixated till the morning light
No Stopping Tonight No Stopping Toniiiiiight X2
14. I Wonder
Creator: Bret Mon, Guitar/vocals: Bret Mon, Background guitar/vocals: Bob Kapla
Info: This was a garage song I came up with after a few drinks, about a psycho girlfriend.
Lyrics:
I think you're crazy, I don't know why
You're kinda clingy, that's no lie
And I wonder, are you about to snap
And I wonder, how much I can take of your crap
Yesterday you, acted insane
I'm not quite sure, what is your game
And I wonder, if you're a psychopath
And I wonder, what kind of drugs in your stash
I never had a, stalker before
But you keep knocking, at my front door
And I wonder, if it's restraining order time
And I wonder, if police work overtime
You serve me food, with a big ass smile
When I don't eat it, you get hostile
And I wonder, are you trying to ruffy me
And I wonder, if shouldn't drank that tea
fade out... with snappy comments ... (it did kinda tasted funny)…i'm sleepy