I
hear the music,
Big Daddy's place,
The smell of that gumbo comin' through that old screen door.
Fans a-blowin',
flies a-buzzin',
people a-cheerin' a-buggin' on that hardwood floor.
Work my fingers down to the bone,
make the money and spend it on
Hot grease and zydeco,
feed my belly, feed my hungry soul.
It's Friday night, let the good times roll,
Hot grease and zydeco.
My baby's lovin'
is deep fried,
golden brown legs and long black hair.
We start cookin' when we kiss,
no time at all,
Lord,
she takes me there.
That old bayou, they stirrin' it up,
tastes so good I can't get enough of
Hot grease and zydeco,
feed my belly, feed my hungry soul.
It's Friday night, let the good times roll,
Hot grease and zydeco.
Hot
grease and zydeco,
feed my belly, feed my hungry soul.
It's Friday night, let the good times roll,
Hot grease and zydeco,
feed my belly, feed
my hungry soul.
Turn it up, burn it up, say shoot!
Hot grease, Hot grease and zydeco.
Woo!
Yeah!
Every night, Big Daddy's place.
Hot grease and zydeco.
Woo! Yeah!
Hot grease and zydeco.
Yeah, baby.