Lyrics

Hit House

There’s a queue that stretches down the street
It’s there seven nights a week
In rain or shine we’re standing there
Drain-pipe trousers, Beatles hair
The music was our very own
We knew we’d never walk alone.

A crowd of restless steaming fans
Screaming for their favorite band
The curtain’s up, the crowd goes wild
Teenage dreams come true – rock style
The music is our very own
Here we never dream alone.

We were young, we were free
We could do what we pleased
Hit House was the place to be
With a song in our heart
We were there from the start
We knew we’d never grow old
Blame it on rock and roll

We’re older now with greying hair
Still feel the magic everywhere
Music ringing in our ears
These really were the Golden Years

We were young, we were free
Hit House was the place to be
With a song in our heart
We were there from the start
We knew we’d never grow old
Blame it on rock and roll
Rock and roll.

Copyright © 2011 Geordie Garriock & Andy Goggin