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