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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHot Grease And Zydeco
I hear the music, Big Daddy's placeSmell that gumbo coming through that old screen doorFans are blowing, flies are buzzingPeople jitterbugging on that hardwood floorWorked my fingers down to the boneMake the money and spend it onHot grease and zydecoFeed my belly, feed my hungry soulIt's Friday night, let the good times rollHot grease and zydecoMy baby’s loving, it’s deep friedGolden brown legs and then long black hairWe start cooking when we kissNo time at all, lord she takes me thereDown on the bayou they’re stirring it upTastes so good I cant get enoughHot grease and zydecoFeed my belly, feed my hungry soulIt's Friday night, let the good times rollHot grease and zydecoHot grease and zydecoFeed my belly, feed my hungry soulIt's Friday night, let the good times rollHot grease and zydecoFeed my belly, feed my hungry soulTurn it up, burn it up, say sureHot grease, hot grease and zydecoHot grease and zydecoby: Elvitoreo
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