Crawfish Alley Bash

Down in Tunica, where the crawfish grow wild,

It’s been thirty years of a tradition styled,

From a few brave dads to a lively crowd,

Crawfish Alley, scream it loud!

Started back in ’96, with a plan so clear,

To help their kids’ school, bring some cheer,

Now fifty strong, shining like gold,

Tacky, crazy, bold and old.

Bad haircuts and mustaches, so free,

Cindy with her lashes, oh me!

Jell-O shots and beer in hand,

Sucking heads, tails pinched, ain’t that grand?

Crawfish Alley, where the mud bugs spin,

Spicy second batch, let the fun begin,

Sexy dad bods on the flame,

Trashy, sassy, still fun the same!

Dropping crawfish in the purge tank’s gleam,

Sirens blare while we live the dream,

Captain Ray’s leading with style,

Evie back there cracking a smile.

It’s a three-day bash, year by year,

Laughs and memories, oh so dear,

The crew’s got nicknames, they’re a sight,

Misfits and friends, all just right!

Crawfish Alley, where the mud bugs spin,

Spicy second batch, let the fun begin,

Sexy dad bods on the flame,

Trashy, sassy, still fun the same!

The customer is always wrong,

We’re singing loud, and it’s all so strong,

From the toss to the boil, to the dance and shout,

This tradition’s what it’s all about!

Thirty years down the line, we still groove,

Crawfish Alley, in our hearts it’s proved,

A tangled mess of love and pride,

Tunica’s pride, our wild ride!