Soiree In The Kitchen Lyrics

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