House of Blue Lights Songtext
von Chuck Berry

Pull up your jeans and we will truck on down
A knocked out joint at the edge of town
A real homecoming for all you cats
You keep a-walking ′til you see that welcome mat

Fall in there, lose your lead
At the house, the house of blue lights

Well, we have the time and we'll cut a rug
You dig that jive like it should be dug
A real homecoming for all the cats
You keep a-walking ′til you see that welcome mat


Drop-in there, get your lead
At the house, the house of blue lights

Fryers, broilers, Detroit barbecued ribs
You get the hit of the week
But when you dig that real fine jive
With the welcome beat

Fall in there, lose your lead
At the house, the house of blue lights

Fryers, broilers, Detroit barbecued ribs
You get the treat of the week
But when you dig that real fine jive
With the welcome beat


Fall in there, lose your lead
At the house, the house of blue lights