Lyrics

Well, it was Saturday night, and me and my sisters, were scoutin’ the town for some good-time misters
The band was rockin’at the Last Call Inn
but the pickins oh oh oh oh oh the pickins oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
yeah the pickins they were awful slim
the joint was loaded with

thirty-year-old Lost Boys livin’ with their mamas, Peter Pansies still sleepin’ in pajamas, Catwalk Cowboys struttin’ their stuff, Dumbbell Divas tryin’ to look buff
a Dude with a do like Donnie Trump,
bless your heart boys, I think we’ve seen enough

Ain’t there a man in the house? I wanna know, got some ladies here wanna dance real close
man in the house, raise your hand,
we’d love to lead you out of never never land
man in the house man in the house
step right up if you’re man enough.

You don’t need to be smooth as Bogie or suave as Gable, just a git-‘er-done guy ready and able to rise up in the morning hump it nine to five, then kick it into evening with some country jive.
more Carolina Pine than Hollywood,
you like to lick your fingers when my chicken’s good

Ain’t there a man in the house? I wanna know, got some ladies here wanna dance real close
man in the house, raise your hand,
we’d love to lead you out of never never land
man in the house man in the house
step right up if you’re man enough.

Callin’ all men, callin’ all men, yeah we’re callin’ and bawlin’ and all-night explorin’
but we’d much rather be in-love-fallin’
for some real live men

Then somethin’ strange happened, way down deep in those goobers’ hearts,
we ‘lectrified some kind of manly spark,
those little Lost Boys, found themselves
out on the floor, raisin’ some hell,Peter Pan forgot his pajamas, and got’ ‘er done with this here mama

We found some men in the house, and now they know like Patrick Swayze how to dance real close
Men in the house, they took our hands
and we’re headed out of never never land
Men in the house, men in the house,
some heel-kickin’, done-gettin’, large-livin’, finger-lickin’ ,real live, men in the house.