This was called the roughest little house in the street
Cause this is where all the hookers and the pimps would meet
Mothers told their children to stay out of there and to take care,
Cause this was called the roughest little house in the street
Now we're all dancing it's a party 'cause
It's been made a cultural centre
It's run by this rock'n'roll granddad Hardy, He's the young hardcore's mentor
And we're all livin' in the shadows of the rock'n'roll
Livin' in the shadows of the sweet soul
Livin' in the shadows of the country and western
And we're all livin' in the echoes of the pop
Even in the echoes of the hip and the hop
And we can hear the echoes of the young Lester
Still don't wanna spoil the party 'cause it's a nice cultural centre
Sure you can need the money Hardy it's been a long cold winter
And we're all
This was called
And we're all