The House Of Blue Lights
(Jacobs)
 

Lace up your your boots and a-broom on down
To a knocked-out shack on the edge of town
An eight-beat combo that just won't quit
Keep a-walking till you see a blue light lit
Call in there and you'll see some sights
At the house, the house, the house of blue lights

There's fires and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
But the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight-beats
You're gonna spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house, the house of blue lights
 

Now we have a time and we cut some rugs
And we dig those tunes like they should be dug
A real home-coming for all the cats
Just shimmy down the path of the welcome mat
Call in there and you'll see some sights
At the house, the house, the house of blue lights
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