By her own way of calling us her kids
You could see that she loved us very much
It's here that our pocket money
Disappeared inside the juke box
After class we'd go there for a drink
And once inside, Laurette would smile to us
And suddenly, our homework, our problems
Would disappear when she kissed us.
It was nice at Laurette's
When we had a party
She was on our side, Laurette
It was good, it was fun
And when we were broken
She would pick-up our tab
And then, too, so we would be at ease
There was a corner in her bar, just for us
We would stay there and see the girls pass
An I know a few that we liked very much
If sometimes our souls ached
Laurette alone knew how to give hope
She talked and we would laugh all the same
In a blink of an eye she could change everything
It was good at Laurette's
We'll return there
So we won't forget her, Laurette
It will be good, it will be fun
And we'll talk
About stories from the past
At Laurette's
It will be good, it will be fun
And we'll talk
About stories from the past
At Laurette's
At Laurette's