Soiree In The Kitchen Lyrics

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