Lyrics

I booked this place for my birthday as fun thing to do out. The rooms are not what they look like on the website. They look like they haven’t been renovated in years, and for the money you pay to book the room, the couches are old, damaged, and the room is tiny. I suppose that doesn’t matter when your singing and drinking though. They probably think you won’t notice. At least the karaōke machine works and everyone had a good time singing. The staff are pretty reasonable — sick of explaining how to use the karaōke machine, and dealing with the drunken hen’s parties. It was a good experience, but I honestly expected more for the money I paid. It’s not cheap. I hope they fix up their rooms.

I can’t help but love karaōke. It must be my Japanese blood. There’s nothing quite like getting absolutely shitfaced and then singing your heart out to your own and everybody else’s embarassment. Why is this a good thing, you ask? Because everyone else is making a fool of themselves too, and it makes for a hell of a good time.
Back when this place used to be Buddha Bar, I avoided setting foot in this bar. There was constant violence in this bar, and on one occasion I witnessed two different glassings — one being the bouncer, and one being my friend. Thankfully this place has settled down, and though I’m not sure what changes have occurred apart from the name, it seemed to have work.
The karaōke rooms are incredibly spacious and comfy, with plasma screens lining the walls so everyone can scrutinize the words you should be singing. The song selections are vast, and they have collections from Chinese, Korean, Japanese and Western artists. There’s no escape; you’re going to eventually find a song on this playlist that you can’t fight singing, and next thing you know you’ll have one leg up on a couch and doing some sort of Elvis dance.
The public bar is also a nice, loungy area with different music depending on the night. Not a bad place to enjoy a drink or two before you get your diva on.

I have to say that no matter how many times I say I don’t like Karaōke, I always end up giving it a bash… very fun. I went with friends. Well, some friends and some people I had never met before but in true Karaōke style, I got a couple of cocktails in me and then I was harmonising to the heavens!
I loved the room set ups. So much fun although I have to say, «Don’t Cha» by the Pussycat Dolls would have been easier to dance to if the lounges weren’t so soft. That’s right, lounge dancing is a MUST! Throw in some percussion instruments like a tambourine and maracas and you never know where the night will take you.
Had a really great time. Time flew by too quickly. Reasonably priced drinks (from what I remember) and well worth looking into if you’re booking a group night out.

Lyrics is the old Buddha Bar, and happily, they’ve kept all of the themed rooms exactly the same. If they’d gotten rid of the Hugh Hefner room it would have broken my heart, I have some hazy memories of singing Mariah Carey’s ‘We Belong Together’ in there and somebody crying. With emotion? Terror? It remains unclear.
Lyrics has the nicest Karaōke rooms in Adelaide, every room being decked with plush furniture and plasma screens. They do room drinks service so you can get martini jugs to drink away the nerves, and they have a better song selection than most. If you go on a weeknight and order a bucket-​load of drinks there is a possibility they’ll let you stay longer than you booked for free: it’s not guaranteed but it has happened!
The Dj in the front bar plays Top 40 mostly so don’t expect to get your Indie on. As far as the individual room, everybody wants to hire the Brat Pack. It’s the biggest, all white and plush and when you walk past you usually see wealthy attractive people in there and the bastards tend to sing better than you do. The other eleven rooms are pretty good but the Bridget Jones and Hugh Hefner are my personal faves.
This is a really excellent place for hen’s nights and staff parties. It’s incredible what happens to the shy office supplies manager once you put a microphone in his hand. Everybody has a little Beiber deep down inside them I guess.