Well, what you say, baby? You look ready as Mr. Freddie this black. How about you andme going spinning at the track? What's that, homie? If you think I'm going dancing ona dime, your clock is ticking on the wrong time. Well, what's your pleasure, treasure?You call the plays, I'll dig the ways. Hey, daddy-o, I'm not so crude as to drop my moodon a square from way back. I'm in there and have to dig life with father, and I mean father'sslack. Well, baby, your play gives my weight a solid flip. You snap the whip, I'll makethe trip. Well, lift up your boots and we'll broom on down to a knocked out shack on theedge of town. There's an eight-feet combo that just won't quit. Keep walking till yousee a blue light lit. Fall in there and we'll see some sights. That's a house of blue lights.There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs. But the treat of the treats is whenthey serve you those fine eight-feets. You want to spend the rest of your brides downat the house, the house of blue lights.Hey, we'll have a time and we'll cut some rug while we dig those tunes like they shouldbe dug. It's a real homecoming for all those cats. Just drill it down the path of a wellfor mats. Fall in there and we'll see some sights. That's a house, the house of blue lights.