Lace up your boots an' 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-a walking 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house, 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

Now 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 coming for all the cats
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house, the house, the house of blue lights