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 floor Worked my fingers down to the bone Make the money and spend it on
Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease and zydeco
My 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 Down on the bayou they’re stirring it up Tastes so good I cant get enough
Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease and zydeco
Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease and zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul Turn it up, burn it up, say sure Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco Hot grease and zydeco
by: Elvitoreo
Compositor: Gordon Bradberry And Tony RameyPublicado em 2009ECAD verificado fonograma #12854070 em 27/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM