copyright 2002
a small chicken music

ONE BIG NIGHT
(MARK)
 

PLUG IT IN, FIRE IT UP,
GIVE THE CROWD A QUICK PEEK.
SEE THE WAITRESS, WITH HER HAIR PULLED BACK,
JUST LIKE THE ONE FROM LAST WEEK.

AND THE MAN AT THE DOOR, HE'S JUST WATCHING THE TUBE,
WITH A WAD OF BILLS IN HIS HAND.
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, HE'LL TRADE IN HIS WAD,
AND GO BELLY UP WITH THE BAND.

AND I SWEAR I MET YOU IN OMAHA,
OR MAYBE IT WAS FARGO OR CHAMPAGNE.
ANOTHER PERSON IN ANOTHER BAR,
ONLY THE NAMES HAVE CHANGED.

AND IT'S ONE BIG NIGHT ANYMORE,
'CUZ THEY ALL SEEM TO RUN TOGETHER,
AND IT'S ONE BIG NIGHT ANYMORE,
LIGHTS GO DOWN AND IT LASTS FOREVER MORE.

THEN THERE'S THE OLD MAN, WHO EVERYBODY KNOWS,
SMOKIN' LUCKIES THROUGH HIS JACK-INDUCED GRIN,
IN THE SAME CHAIR TONIGHT AS THE LAST SIX BEFORE,
AND HE'LL CLOSE THE BAR DOWN ONCE AGAIN.

AND THEN THERE'S THE FELLOW WHO THINKS THAT HE'S SO DAMN FUNNY,
'CUZ HE LAUGHS AT ALL THE JOKES THAT HE TELLS.
AND HE'LL BUY ME A DRING, AND LIE TO THE LADIES,
AND CLAIM THAT HE KNOWS ME SO WELL.

(CHORUS)