So you’re tired and you’re beat and you 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
Chorus. Welcome to my house, buckle up tight Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and 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, grooving and getting on down So before you come in here with some kind of attitude You better read the house rules
Around 11 o’clock when the front door locks
And the boys start raisin’ the bottles Well the girls do the thing with the Mardi Gras beads Yeah you know they gonna show ‘em if they got ‘em And no matter what your story A good time is mandatory Rule number seven says don’t touch the women But they can grab whatever they want to
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There’s 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
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Boy before you come walkin’ in here with any kind attitude Lord you better read the house rules Ah son you better read the house rules You better read the house rules