I’ll be recording my seventh album this year. With the other six, I recorded almost all the parts myself, programming the drums, laying down the bass, slogging through the guitar parts and singing the melodies with a voice that was often more of a miss than a hit. While I’m proud of the songs, I never gave an honest effort at promoting the music because frankly, on production value, those recordings just were not ready for radio.

With the seventh album, I’m going to abandon my one-man band approach and focus on remote collaborations with top-notch musicians from around globe.

This song was written about a woman I used to date who was a real life version of the nursery rhyme about the little girl with the curl and we would always laugh about that. I’m looking for a singer and a drummer and wait til you hear the guitar player I have lined up.

The intro will start with a reading of the nursery rhyme:

“There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle
Of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad
She was horrid.”

That Girl of Mine

That girl of mine is at it again
So self-content it must be sin
When will she learn? Will she ever learn?
That girl of mine is at it again

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl of mine
That girl of mine

That girl of mine is at it again
She is the girl with the brown curl
When she is good, she is very good
When she is bad she’s lovely to see

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl of mine
That girl of mine
That girl of mine
That girl of mine

(guitar solo)

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl was mine, she once was mine
That girl was mine, she once was mine
That girl was mine . . .