Roadhouse
(McKeon)
(Fear Brothers Music, ASCAP)

Ain't no food in the cupboard
Don't want tacos no more
Want some steak and potaters
Git down on the dance floor

At a funky place with plywood floors
And naugahyde and tiki napkin rings
Wher Savoy Brown sings

The stupid punks with their nose in the air
And their tattooed shoulders and purple hair
They can find somewhere else to play
'Cause we don't want 'em here anyway

At the roadhouse
Let's go, let's go now
At the roadhouse
Let's get outa here

Well, people gettin' fatter
Really let ourselves go
You know it really doesn't matter
This ain't no Broadway show

So put your dress on, suck your gut in
Get ready to tie the feedbag on
And drink beer 'til dawn

And all our friends from the Circle K
On their tricked-out Harleys and Chevrolets
They'll be there with their colors flyin'
So come on baby, I ain't lyin'

At the roadhouse
Let's go, let's go now
At the roadhouse
Let's get outa here
I'll buy you a beer

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