The House Of Blue Lights - Original - Ella Mae Morse, Don Raye

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