The upbeat and playful “Get On Me” bursts with cheeky humor and Western swing flair, driven by a relentless fiddle and rowdy, sing-along gang vocals. It feels like a celebratory saloon scene with beer bottles flying, bodies dancing, chaos and charm in equal measure. Inspired by Nolan’s short-term flings, each verse catalogs another character from her tryst-filled tumble through the dating void. It’s messy, it’s fun, and it doesn’t take itself too seriously, just like some of the men it’s about.

“Guys on the internet are so aggressive,” says Nolan. “One literally said, ‘Get on me.’ Like, what are you, a caveman? They don’t even try. They’re dragging their knuckles around, waiting for you to please them.”

That frustration, and the absurdity of modern dating, fuels “Get On Me,” but the final verse shifts the tone. “That one’s about me, and what I actually want: a real partnership. Something meaningful, sustainable, fulfilling. I need an equal dynamic with someone who can show up and meet me halfway,” Nolan says. “Sexual demands without emotional effort get boring and unsatisfying. The men I’ve dated seem to be able to go only so far, leaving me with no choice but to walk away.”

Personnel:
Rosy Nolan: vocals, acoustic guitar
Julian McClanahan: fiddle
Doc Brown: electric guitar
Ryan Posner: double bass
Jim Doyle: drums
Jack Pullman, Jason Hiller, RJ Chesney, Zachary Ross: gang vocals
Produced by Rosy Nolan
Co-Producers: Heather Anne Lomax and Jason Hiller
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Jason Hiller at Electrosound Recordings (Los Angeles, CA)
© & ℗ 2025 Rosy Nolan / Treble in Mind Music (ASCAP)
all rights reserved

Lyrics

He was an artist
Thought he was a guitarist
He lured the ladies to his loft for lunch
He was looking for action
Some hasty satisfaction
Said he was doing me a favor by being real blunt

And he said,
“Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you”

He was an actor
Well, he really was a carpenter
He worked some days and drank every night
He built fences
Put up even more defenses
Claimed booze was the love of his life

And he said,
"Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, and I’ll get on you"

He was 12 years sober
Two pack a day smoker
We’d tussle in his Suburban at night
He said, “You want a boyfriend?
Well, I already got a girlfriend
But we can mess around all you want tonight”

And he said,
"Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, and I’ll get on you"

Well, I was home alone
No, there really wasn’t anyone
I couldn’t have any visitors over during quarantine
Well, there were phone calls that were fun and all
But I’m hoping for someone I really like

Then I’ll say,
"Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, get on me
Get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, and I’ll get on you
Get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, get on me, and love me too”