So you're tired and beat And you've worked all week And you need a place you can let it go. Where the girls go wild And the boys play hard And you need a little more than just the radio. Well here's your open invitation With just a couple regulations. Let me warn you son, only come to have fun We don't take kindly to serious. So leave your troubles at the door Unless you want some in here. Welcome to my house, buckle up tight Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high. It's a country music, a little soul, it's a rock 'n roll rodeo. We don't tolerate no sitting around Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down. So before you come in here with some kind of attitude You better read the house rules. Around eleven o'clock when the front door locks And the boys start raising the bottle. Where the girls do the thing with the Mardis Gras beads Yeah, You know they're gonna show 'em if they got 'em. No matter what your story, a good time is mandatory. Well rule number 7 says don't touch the women But they can grab whatever they want to. Welcome to my house, buckle up tight Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high. It's a country music, a little soul, it's a rock' n roll rodeo. We don't tolerate no sitting around Everybody's dancing,' groovin' and getting on down. So before you come in here with some kind of attitude You better read the house rules. No such thing as last call. We pick' em up when they fall . We share the same bathroom stall, Says the sign on the wall.
Welcome to my house, buckle up tight Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high. It's a country music, a little soul, it's a rock n roll rodeo. We don't tolerate no sitting around Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down. So before you come in here with some kind of attitude Boy, before you come a walkin' in here with any kind of attitude You better read the house rules. You better read the house rules.
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