The House Rules - Christian Kane

[Verse 1]
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.
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.

[Chorus]
Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high.
It's a country music, all little soul, it's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
You better read the house rules.

[Verse 2]
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
You know they're gonna show 'em if they got 'em.
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.

[Chorus]
Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high.
It's a country music, all little soul, it's a rock' n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancing,' groovin' and getting on down.
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
You better read the house rules.

[Bridge]
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)

[Chorus]
Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks, laughs & gets high.
It's a country music, all little soul, it's a rock n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
Boy, before you come a walkin' in here with any kind of attitude
You better read the house rules.

You better read the house rules.

Hrát, hrát a třeba jen sobě pro radost
a třeba jen na foukací harmoniku z pouti,
lze zahrát dost s dost
i na píšťalu z vrbového proutí.

A jednou to přijde: tvůj nápěv a tvůj tón,
tvůj rytmus, tvé andante, tvá hudba,
ty, já stromy i stroje i atomový cyklotron,
vždyť celý svět je hudba!

Jen zaslechnout ta nevýslovná znění,
bezpočet radostí i nářků, žalob tupení,
ať srdce tvé je v plnozvučné tóny změní ,
ať tvoje píseň obměkčí i kamení!