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I hear the music, big daddy's place Smell that gumbo coming through that old screen door Fans are blowing, flies are buzzing People jitterbugging on that hardwood floor Work my fingers down to the bone Make the money and spend it on Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease and zydeco My baby's loving, it's deep fried Golden brown legs and then long black hair We start cooking when we kiss No time at all, Lord, she takes me there [Incomprehensible] on the bayou and they're stirring it up Tastes so good I can't get enough Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul It's Friday night, let the good times roll Hot grease and zydeco Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul Turn it up, burn it up, say sure Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco Yeah, now, big daddy's place Hot grease and zydeco Hot grease and zydeco, yeah, baby