Hot Grease And Zydeco

I hear the music, big daddy's place

Smell that gumbo coming through that ol' screen door

Fans a-blowing, flies a-buzzing, people jitterbugging on that hardwood floor

Worked 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 loving is deep-fried

Golden brown legs and that long black hair

We start cooking when we kiss, no time at all, Lord, she takes me there

Head on the bayou and they stirring 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, 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, "Sure"

Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco

Woo, yeah

Every night, big daddy's place

Hot grease and Zydeco

Woo, yeah

Woo, hot grease and Zydeco

Yeah, baby