The House Of Blue Lights

Well, what you say, baby?

You look ready as Mr. Freddy this black

How 'bout you and me going spinning at the track?

What's that, homie?

If you think I'm going dancing on a dime

Your clock is ticking on the wrong time

Well, what's your pleasure, treasure?

You call the plays, I'll dig the ways

Hey, daddy-o, I'm not so crude

As to drop my mood on a square from way back

I'm in there and have to dig life with father

And I mean father slack

Well, baby, your play gives my way a solid flip

You snap the whip, I'll make the trip

Well, 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 walking '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 barbecued ribs

But the treat of the treats

Is when they serve you those fine eight beats

You want to spend the rest of your brights

Down at the house, the house of blue lights

Hey, 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 homecoming for all those cats

Just drilling down the path of welcome mats

Fall in there and we'll see some sights

At the house, the house of blue lights