To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
But the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
It's a real home comin' for all the "Cats"
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
But the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down To a knocked out shack on the edge of town There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit Fall in there and we'll see some sights At the house of blue lights There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs But the treat of the treats Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats You'll want to spend the rest of your brights Down at the house, the house of blue lights We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug While we dig those tunes like they should be dug It's a real home comin' for all the "Cats" Just trilly down a path of welcome mats Fall in there and we'll see some sights At the house of blue lights There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs But the treat of the treats Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats You'll want to spend the rest of your brights Down at the house, the house of blue lights Explain Request ×
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