Still Got a Little Wild in Me

Jim Patton is a frequent co-writer and former Austin Conspirator, not to mention that we sometimes sit each other’s dogs. He’s also a recovering soccer dad, and swears that has nothing to do with this song. His wife, Sherry Brokus, sings a feminized version on their latest record, “The Hard Part of Flying.”

Used to run my Hog at a hundred-ten,
Play air guitar with Zeppelin,
Drive the wrong way up a one-way street
With two six-packs of Milwaukee’s Beast.
Now I drive my kids to all their soccer games,
And everybody says how much I’ve changed.
But I’ve

Still got a little wild in me.
Still got a little wild in me.
Most of the time, it’s hard to see.
But I’ve still got a little wild in me.
Still got a little wild in me.

I still get stoned when I’m drinking beer,
But I keep it down, so the kids won’t hear.
I still hit Sixth Street now and then,
But I’m home before the talk shows end.
My minivan, I cruise the Motor Mile.
I pump my fist and sing, “Born to Be Wild.”
‘Cause I’ve

I might look like a lamb,
But that ain’t who I am.
There’s a tiger in me,
And tonight, he breaks free.
‘Cause I’ve

Once in awhile, you still can see.
That I’ve still got a little wild in me.
Still got a little wild in me.

Words and music © 2012 by Steve Brooks and Jim Patton
(512) 200-5619
[email protected]
www.stevebrooks.net

.