Patrick Mesterharm

Patrick Mesterharm

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Patrick Mesterharm writes catchy tunes with great beats and original, witty lyrics about subject matter not normally used in pop music (or most other music).

Biography

Born and raised in a musical family in the midwest, I'm likely influenced by everything I listen to, but I have a special affinity for ELO and Queen. Click on the "Audio" tab for a listen.

Lyrics

Penn State

Written By: Patrick Mesterharm

Man, she is Penn State.
She's what?
Penn State. Penn State football. Great uni-, bad helmet. Great Body, bad face.

I see you given me the eye.
I'd say you're hot but that's a lie.
But something's goin' on down south.
You've got a bod that drops my mouth.
Of all the babes I've seen tonight you are the one for me. Although your face makes me think twice your bod is worth the fee. That is honesty and you're Penn State. Your uniform makes me inflate, but your helmet's nasty-ass, but what you got I cannot pass.
You're comin' over here to talk. You are as stupid as a rock. But I've got to get it on. Before ya know it we are gone. We're at my place, the clothes come off I'm feelin' like a king. Don't look up go for the gold you'll ruin everything. I can really sing that you're Penn State. Your uniform makes me inflate, but your helmet's nasty-ass, but what you got I cannot pass. When we're through she says goodbye I tell her she can stay. There is no rush for you to go we've got some time to play. Then she says the sex was bad the worst I've had this year, "I don't need no minute man, I'm gettin' out of here." Oh! We'd both gotten what we gave. When it's easy what's to save, 'cuz you're Penn State. Your uniform makes me inflate, but your helmet's nasty-ass, but what you got I cannot pass. You're Penn State. Your uniform makes me inflate, but your helmet's nasty-ass, but what you got I cannot pass. You're Penn State. Your uniform makes me inflate, but your helmet's nasty-ass, but what you got I cannot pass.

Hollywood Brat

Written By: Patrick Mesterharm

I am the son of a really big star. Life is so painful every day a new scar. I try to get the public to respect me for me, but they just want my dad, why can't they let it be? It must be so awesome to start from scratch because there are no expectations that they'll attach.
Just because you've got a voice inside of you does not mean that it's worth a forum, too. Give thanks for all your million dollar fat. Shut up you self-absorbed Hollywood brat.
I am the bleach blonde, with silicone to spare. I've got opinions and I know that you care. My evening gown is the size of a kleenex. But why do people focus on me having sex? I've had enough I'm takin' a stand! I know this would be different if I were a man.
Just because you've got a voice inside of you does not mean that it's worth a forum, too. Give thanks for all your million dollar fat. Shut up you self-absorbed Hollywood brat.
I am the idol, my fiance's the same. We're just normal people, it's not about the fame. I get ten mil a picture but I wake before six. I deserve it all just because I exsist. Come invest your interest connect to me! But stay out of my personal life, that's not for you to see.
You suck. You blow. I'll tell you where to go. You can kiss my bony milk-white ass. The offspring of a celebrity will have it easier than anyone of us. So please don't make a fuss because you're such a slut because you grind your butt into the public's crotch. Is that a Rolex watch that you have on your wrist? And now I'm getting pissed but we'll still worship you, why don't we want what's true?
Just because you've got a voice inside of you does not mean that it's worth a forum, too. Give thanks for all you million dollar fat. Shut up you self-absorbed Hollywood brat.

L.A.

Written By: Patrick Mesterharm

There's a place
That I know
With people around the world
It's warm and sunny and ain't it funny how people love to complain

Chorus:
L.A.
You ain't lookin' bad today
Your traffic sucks
Down on your luck
But I'll take you anyway

Posers will talk
'bout how you're not real
Shut your sorry-ass mouth
Don't you know you attract what you are you wannabe movie star

Chorus

I gotta say I'm sorry
To all the natives it must be pain
If where you're from is so much better
Then move back 'cuz you're driving us insane

You are free to move where you want
Even out to L.A.
But if you find L.A.'s out of touch,
Please move back 'cuz housings's too much!

Chorus X2

I Got Hit On By A Guy

Written By: Patrick Mesterharm

Goin’ to a party on the west side workin’out no need to hide dressed to the nines look like a ten I look around it’s only men.
I check the address, yep I’m right I have to chuckle at this sight and then I sense it from the side and oh my God you would have died!
When you would have recognized who totally just acted like he wanted me and flaunted me

Chorus:

I really can’t believe that I got hit on by a guy, and I don’t know what to do (ya know, at least he’s good-looking).
‘Cuz I gotta wonder why (it’s nice to know I could do so well) he’s got a wife and three kids, too.

Hey! Aren’t you mister so-and-so who is the star of that hit show he smiles and says you look so good, do you work in Hollywood?
I nod my head and with a grin he motions me to follow him. He’s on the bed I start to leave like I don’t know what’s up his sleeve.
Then he pleads with me to say, I tell him I don’t swing that way. He wants to talk no more that’s all

Chorus

I really can’t believe that I got hit on by a guy, and I don’t know what to do (it is a bit confusing, isn’t it).
‘Cuz I gotta wonder why (maybe you can explain it to me) he’s got a wife and three kids, too.

Yeah, so I do have to admit I’ve heard the rumors, but… oh, you don’t believe in labels. Alright. You consider yourself a sexual person. Yeah. Ya know, whatever. Just call a spade a spade. I’m not passing judgement. Oh no. Never. Never. No. I’ve never even questioned it. Well, ya know once there was this Magnum P.I. rerun that was kinda, ya know never mind, never mind. It’s not really part of my world right now.

This movie star is telling me how great the pressure there can be. What about your kids and wife, they deserve a better life. You really think they have no clue, money helps ignore what’s true, it must be hard to be afraid, you’ve made a choice and now you’ve paid, he says come here and comfort me, show me all your sympathy. Homophobes aren’t always straight, you deserve your lonely fate.

Gay or straight they’re still the same to get you into bed’s a game though I don’t mind he wants my ass, but a liar has no class.

Chorus

I really can’t believe that I got hit on by a guy, and I don’t know what to do (ya know, I really can’t blame him).
‘Cuz I gotta wonder why (I look really good tonight) he’s got a wife and three kids, too.

I really can’t believe that I got hit on by a guy, and I don’t know what to do.
‘Cuz I gotta wonder why he’s got a wife and three kids, too.

See ya.

No thanks.

Not for me.

Discography

Currently working on first album, tentatively scheduled for release in early April. "Hollywood Brat" was a finalist for the pop category in March of 2004 in the Song of the Year international songwriting contest. "Penn State", the fist single, has been played on many stations around the country including but not limited to:

KSCQ - Silver City, NM
KCDY - Carlsbad, NM
KFMI - Eureka, CA
KMGJ - Grand Junction, CO
KLBQ - Eldorado, AR
WVIQ - Gallows Bay, US Virgin Islands
WIQQ - Greenville, MS
KJCK - Junction City, KS
WCIR - Beckley, WV
WMQT - Marquette, MI
KKDM - Des Monies, IA
KGLL - Sioux City, IA
WXLM - Greenwich, CT
WKPQ - Hornell, NY
KJMB - Blythe, CA
KYFM - Bartlsville, OK
WIFX - Whitesburgh, KY

Set List

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