T'was the night before Grude-mas
When all through the town
Not a creature was stirring
'Cept at Ape's and Doyle's house
Where there was one hell of a party goin down
The stockings were hung round Neyland with care
In hopes that St. Grudie Clause would soon be there
Knuck in his stockings, and SFD in her cap
Had just raised a toast and cracked a new tap
When up on the roof there came such a clatter
We sprang to the roof to see whats the matter
Upstairs we flew quick as a flash
Straight to the window we threw open the sash
And what to our wondering eyes did appear?
It was HawkPilot with a fresh load of beer!
There was Wild @s a Mink, Faceless and Grand Vol so sly and slick
Coasty and Behr and Otis and the Exile twins to join our clique
"Now back to the party, let's go have a ball!"
Dash away! Dash away!, Dash away all!
I still hear it today, that faint little whistle
Hawk's bird lifting off as light as a thistle
And I heard The Comb exclaim as he flew outta sight
GRUDEN TO THE HILL Y'ALL, GTFO! It's been one hell of a night!