Lyrics:

Ba ba ba ba...
Go

Well, lace up your boots
And we'll book on down
To a knocked out shack
On the edge of town

There's an eight beat combo
That just won't quit
Keep walking till you see
A blue light lit

Fall in there
And you'll dig some sights
At the house
The house of blue lights

There's fryers, broilers
Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you
All those fine eight beats

You'll want to spend
The rest of your brights
Down at the house
The house of blue lights

Oh, ba ba ba ba...
Go

Well, lace up your boots
And we'll walk on down
To a knocked out shack
On the edge of town

There's an eight beat combo
That just won't quit
Keep walking till you see
A blue light lit

Fall in there
And you'll dig some sights
At the house
The house of blue lights

There's fryers, broilers
Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you
All those fine eight beats

You'll want to spend
The rest of your brights
Down at the house
The house of blue lights

Ba ba ba ba...

Hold on there, man
Slow down, take it easy
You're back in Detroit now
Take it easy there, man
Whoa, slow down there, boy