Everybody knows that the best kind of parties  Wind up round a kitchen with an old wood stove   Someone starts humming   And we all start singing   To the squeezebox fiddle   And the old banjo.  The potluck cover charge   Is a poor boy   Or a keg full of hurricane   While we laissez les bon temps roulez    [Chorus]    We're gunna wear out the floor   In the kitchen and the hallway   To the rhythm of the washing machine   Two spoons, six strings and a Cajun song is all we need   For a good ole' Creole soiree in the kitchen    Grandma's got gumbo boiling on the burning   While the horse hair's flying from her fiddlin' bow   All the little kiddies are sucking on Huck a Bucks   Just one more then it's fais do-do   We'll bend the beams in the ceiling of the basement   To the rhythm of the tambourine   While we laissez les bon temps roulez    The living room ain't where the living is  The living room ain't got no soul  The party is always in the kitchen  Cause the kitchen is the heart of the home    We're gunna wear out the floor   In the kitchen and the hallway   To the rhythm of the washing machine   For a good ole Country Party,   For a good ole' Creole soiree in the kitchen