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[Intro] 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! [Verse 1] 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. [Pre-Chorus] 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? [Chorus] 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! [Verse 2] 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. [Pre-Chorus] 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! [Chorus] 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! [Bridge] 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! [Outro] 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!
Tags
Folk rock with lively party vibes, acoustic guitar, banjo, upbeat percussion, humorous tone
2:56
No
4/10/2026