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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

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