So you're tired and beat
And you've worked all week
And you need a place you can let it go.
Where the girls go wild
And the boys play hard
And you need a little more than just the radio.
Well here's your open invitation
With just a couple regulations.
We don't take kindly to serious.
So leave your troubles at the door
Unless you want some in here.

Everybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.
It's a country music, a little soul,
It's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.
You better read the house rules.

Around eleven o'clock when the front door locks
And the boys start raising the bottle.
Where the girls do the thing with the Mardis Gras beads
Yeah, You know they're gonna show 'em if they got 'em.
No matter what your story, a good time is mandatory.
Well rule number seven says don't touch the women
But they can grab whatever they want to.

Everybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.
It's a country music, a little soul,
It's a rock' n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancing,' groovin' and getting on down.
You better read the house rules.

No such thing as last call.
We pick' em up when they fall .
We share the same bathroom stall,
Says the sign on the wall.
(1, 2, 3)

Everybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.
It's a country music, a little soul,
It's a rock n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.
You better read the house rules.

You better read the house rules.
(2, 3)