House of Blue Lights - Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen

Ba ba ba ba... Go Well, lace up your boots And we'll book on down To a knocked out shack On the edge of town There's an eight beat combo That just won't quit Keep walking till you see A blue light lit Fall in there And you'll dig some sights At the house The house of blue lights There's fryers, broilers Detroit barbeque ribs But the treat of the trade 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 Oh, ba ba ba ba... Go Well, lace up your boots And we'll walk on down To a knocked out shack On the edge of town There's an eight beat combo That just won't quit Keep walking till you see A blue light lit Fall in there And you'll dig some sights At the house The house of blue lights There's fryers, broilers Detroit barbeque ribs But the treat of the trade 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 Ba ba ba ba... Hold on there, man Slow down, take it easy You're back in Detroit now Take it easy there, man Whoa, slow down there, boy

Lace up your boots and we'll truck 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 ya see a blue light lit Fall in there and we'll see some sights Down at the house the house the house of blue lights There's fryers, broilers, and Detroit bar-b-que ribs But the treat Is when they serve up those fine egg beats You'll gonna spend the rest of your nights At the house, the house of blue lights We'll have a time and we'll some rug While we dig those tunes like they should be dug It's a real homecoming' for all those cats Just boogie past the welcome mat Fall in there and we'll see some sights Down at the house the house the house of blue lights Lace up your boots and we'll truck on down To a knocked out shack on the edge of town An eight beat combo that just won't quit Keep a-walking' 'til ya see a blue light lit Fall in there and we'll see some sights Down at the house the house the house of blue lights Lace up your boots and we'll be on down town An eight beat combo that just won't quit Keep a-walking' 'til ya see a blue light lit Fall in there and we'll see some sights Down at the house the house the house of blue lights There's fryers, broilers, and Detroit bar-b-que ribs But the treat of the treat Is when they serve up those fine egg beats You'll gonna spend the rest of your nights Down at the house the house the house of blue lights

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln." Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace. That story is true, I'm here to say I was drivin' that Model A. It's got a Lincoln motor And it's really souped up. And that model A body makes it look like a pup It's got eight cylinders; uses them all. It's got overdrive, just won't stall. With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust, With 4.11 gears You can really get lost. It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared. The brakes are good, tires fair. Pulled out of San Pedro late one night The moon and the stars was shinin' bright. We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill Passing cars like they was standing still. All of a Sudden in a wink of an eye A Cadillac sedan passed us by. I said, "Boys, That's a mark for me!" By then the taillight was all you could see. Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind, So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind. Took my foot off the gas and man alive, I shoved it on down into overdrive. Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten My speedometer said that I hit top end. My foot was blue, like lead to the floor. That's all there is and there ain't no more. Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense And telephone poles looked like a picket fence. They said, "Slow down! I see spots! The lines on the road just look like dots." Took a corner; sideswiped a truck, Crossed my fingers just for luck. My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts. The guy beside me was white as a ghost. Smoke was comin' from out of the back When I started to gain on that Cadillac. Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass. Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas? We had flames comin' from out of the side. Feel the tension. Man! What a ride! I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!" And that Caddy pulled over and let us by. Now all of a sudden she started to knockin', And down in the dips she started to rockin'. I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin' The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln! They arrested me and they put me in jail. And called my pappy to throw my bail. And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot... Rod... Lincoln!"