Diane Chase - 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 s**ing 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