Everybody knows that the best kind of parties

Wind up round a kitchen with an old wood stove 

someone starts humming 

and we all start singing 

to the squeezebox fiddle 

and the old banjo.

The potluck cover charge 

is a poor boy 

or a keg full of hurricane 

while we laissez les bon temps roulez



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We're gunna wear out the floor 

in the kitchen and the hallway 

to the rhythm of the washing machine 

Two spoons, six strings and a Cajun song is all we need 

for a good ole' Creole soiree in the kitchen



Grandma's got gumbo boiling on the burning 

while the horse hair's flying from her fiddlin' bow 

All the little kiddies are sucking on Huck a Bucks 

just one more then it's fais do-do 

We'll bend the beams in the ceiling of the basement 

to the rhythm of the tambourine 

while we laissez les bon temps roulez



The living room ain't where the living is

The living room ain't got no soul

The party is always in the kitchen

Cause the kitchen is the heart of the home



We're gunna wear out the floor 

in the kitchen and the hallway 

to the rhythm of the washing machine 

For a good ole Country Party, 

for a good ole' Creole soiree in the kitchen