Lyrics
Johnny Taylor, still the favorite
And Bobby Bland still the blues
Five dollars you got to pay
(Just a jukebox and no DJ)
Just a jukebox and no DJ
The smaller the club, the bigger the party
Something about this room
The smaller the club, the better the party
The dance floor, you can barely move
Waitress please, clean my table
Beer cans everywhere
Music's loud, and everybody's dancing (hell of a party up in here)
There's a hell of a party up in here, oh yeah
You gotta stand in line to get a drink (gotta wait outside)
You've gotta wait outside, just to get a peek
(Everyone loves) everyone loves a smaller club
(You might meet someone)
You might meet someone there, and fall in love
The smaller the club, the bigger the party
Something about this room (yes, it is)
The smaller the club, the better the party
The dance floor, you can barely move
The smaller the club, the bigger the party
Something about this room (yes, it is)
The smaller the club, the better the party
The dance floor, you can barely move
Johnny Taylor is still the favorite
And Bobby Bland still the blues
Five dollars you've got to pay
(Just a jukebox and no DJ)
Just a jukebox and no DJ
Beer cans on the table
(Cigarette smoke, cigarette smoke)
Cigarette smoke in the air, yes, it is
Music's loud, and everybody dancing, yeah
(There's a hell of a party up in here)
There's a hell of a party up in here, oh yeah, yeah-yeah
The smaller the club, the bigger the party
Something about this room (yes, it is)
The smaller the club, the better the party
The dance floor, you can barely move
Ooh, ay, come on
Ooh, they backed up in here
Yeah, they up in here, pa
But what I want to know is
How does all those people get on that small dance floor?
I don't know, but they get out there, man