It 'twas the night before Easter, and all through the club,
No one stayed past nine, in the fun little pub.
The crowd came early for their crawfish delight,
But we still rocked the house 'till the middle of the night.
This was not a smart move on my part, you see,
Because I have to rise tommorrow by six thirty.
I have church, and then lunch with my parents and sister,
Such is the life of a musician, Happy Easter!
