Twas cold outside and the young lads out the back
were bringing in their equipment, setting up for the gig
that would bring them fame.
Half way into the second tune a loud roar from the bar appeared
and the charging hand gave direction.
OUT ! OUT ! take your stuff and get out ta ****, back to the barn ye fell out off.
Oh, god the laughter in the bar

Any more tales, bring it on
Respecting everybody involved