The House Rules - Christian Kane

So you’re tired and you’re beat

And you 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:

Let me warn you son

Only come to have fun

We don’t take kindly to serious,

So leave your troubles at the door

Unless you want some in here.

Welcome to my house

Buckle up tight

Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.

It’s a country music

A little soul,

It’s a rock 'n roll rodeo.

We don’t tolerate no sittin' around

Everybody’s dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.

So before you come in here with some kinda attitude

You better read the house rules.

Around 11 o’clock

When the front door locks

And the boys start raising the bottle,

Where the girls do the thing with the Mardi Gras beads

Yeah you know they’re gonna show 'em if they got 'em.

And no matter what your story

A good time is mandatory.

Well rule number 7 says don’t touch the women

But they can grab whatever they want to… (hahaha)

Welcome to my house

Buckle up tight

Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.

It’s a country music

A little soul,

It’s a rock 'n roll rodeo.

We don’t tolerate no sittin' around

Everybody’s dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.

So before you come in here with some kinda attitude

You better read the house rules.

There’s 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.

One, two, three!

Welcome to my house

Buckle up tight

Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.

It’s a country music

A little soul,

Man, it’s a rock 'n roll rodeo.

We don’t tolerate no sittin' around

Everybody’s dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.

So before you come in here with some kinda attitude,

Boy before you come walking in here

With any kinda attitude

Lord, you better read the house rules!

Oh son you better read the house rules!

Two, three, JAY!

You better read the house rules.

'Cuse me,

Excuse me,

I’m gonna need to see some I.d.

on that girl right there (hahaha)