šµ āThat Cheeky Rascal Jordanā šµ
(Country style ā mid-tempo, acoustic guitar, slide guitar, maybe a little harmonica)
[Verse 1]
Well out on the green, just past hole five,
Thereās a man who keeps mischief alive,
Got a twinkle in his eye and a heart that roams,
But heās always bringinā trouble home.
He had a girl he loved real deep,
But dreams of threesomes donāt come cheap,
Tried to pitch the wildest plan,
Now heās sleepinā like a single man.
[Chorus]
Oh, Jordan, that cheeky rascal,
Lyinā low then causinā a scandal.
Smooth with the ladies, quick with a grin,
But always knee-deep in some kinda sin.
From the bunkers to the bar, heās always on,
That rascal Jordan just rolls along.
[Verse 2]
One summer night he got too bold,
Reversed his car like heād lost control,
A splash so loud it shook the trees,
He parked it in my koi with ease.
The water sprayed, alarms did ring,
Youād think the Queen had lost her bling,
Neighbors heard it down the lane,
But Jordan just laughed through the pain.
[Chorus]
Oh, Jordan, that cheeky rascal,
Got more tales than an old time chapel.
Crashinā cars and breakinā hearts,
But somehow he still plays his part.
Heās the legend of our little town,
In boots, in mud, or upside down.
[Bridge]
Now we all got a friend like him,
Full of charm and a pint to brim,
Youād shake your head, but damn youād smile,
Heās the rogue who makes life worthwhile.
[Final Chorus]
Yeah Jordan, that cheeky rascal,
Wild as a bronc with no damn saddle.
Heāll stir the pot and flash a wink,
Then pour you both another drink.
Love him or hate him, canāt ignore,
That Jordan Robinson folklore.