"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