And you need a place you can let it go
Where the girls go wild and the boys play hard
And you need a little more than just the radio
Well, here's your open invitation
With just a couple regulations
Let me warn you son, when we come to have fun
We don't take kindly to serious
So, leave your troubles at the door unless you want some in here...
Welcome to my house!
Buckle up tight!
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high!
It's a Country music, a little Soul, it's a Rock 'n Roll rodeo!
We don't tolerate no sittin' around!
Everybody's dacin', grovvin' and gettin' on down!
So, before you come in here with some kinda attitude
you better read the house rules!
Round 11 o'clock when the front door locks
And the boys start raising their bottles
Where the girls do their thing with the Mardi Gras beads
Yeah, you know they're gonna show me if they got 'em!
And no matter what's your story
A good time is mandatory!
Well, rule number 7 says don't touch the women,
but they can grab whatever they want to
Welcome to my house!
Buckle up tight!
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high!
It's a Country music, a little Soul, it's a Rock 'n Roll rodeo!
We don't tolerate no sittin' around!
Everybody's dacin', grovvin' and gettin' on down!
So, before you come in here with some kinda attitude
you better read the house rules!
No such thing as last call
Pick 'em up when they fall
We share the same bathroom stall
Says the sign on the wall
1! 2! 3!
Welcome to my house!
Buckle up tight!
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high!
It's a Country music, a little Soul, it's a Rock 'n Roll rodeo!
We don't tolerate no sittin' around!
Everybody's dacin', grovvin' and gettin' on down!
So, before you come in here with some kinda attitude
Boy, before you come a walkin' in here with any kinda attitude
Oh, Lord, you better read the house rules!
You better read the house rules!
written by Christian Kane/B. Daly
Copyright by Kane
