The House Of Blue Lights Lyrics - Freddy Cannon

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