Hot Grease And Zydeco

I hear the music, big daddy's place
Smell that gumbo coming through that old screen door
Fans are blowing, flies are buzzing
People jitterbugging on that hardwood floorWork my fingers down to the bone
Make the money and spend it onHot grease and zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It's Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease and zydecoMy baby's loving, it's deep fried
Golden brown legs and then long black hair
We start cooking when we kiss
No time at all, Lord, she takes me there[Incomprehensible] on the bayou and they're stirring it up
Tastes so good I can't get enoughHot grease and zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It's Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease, hot grease and zydecoHot grease and zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It's Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease and zydecoFeed my belly, feed my hungry soul
Turn it up, burn it up, say sure
Hot grease, hot grease and zydecoYeah, now, big daddy's place
Hot grease and zydecoHot grease and zydeco, yeah, baby