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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. (1, 2, 3)

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.

(2, 3)
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. (1, 2, 3)       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.      (2, 3)