house of blue lights

Ella Mae Morse and Freddie Slack laid down this hipster rap about a knocked out shack on the edge of town where they serve up tasty treats and eight beats so fine you can cut some rug and dig the tunes the way they were meant to be dug. This classic was a top ten hit on the pop chart and is considered one of the first rock and roll records. It was written by Freddie Slack and Don Raye and has been covered by many. Little Richard even mentioned it in 'Good Golly, Miss Molly!'

Well what cha say, baby?
You look ready as Mr. Freddie this black.
How bout you and me goin' spinnin' at the track?

What's that homie?
If you think i'm goin dancin 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 foolish to drop my mood on a square from way back
I'm in there and have to take life with father
And I mean father flack.

Well baby your play gives my wig a solid flip.
You snap the whip i'll make the trip.

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, the house of blue lights