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

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 There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbeque 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 nights
 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