Our House

Father wears his Sunday best
 Mother's tired, she needs a rest
 The kids are playing up downstairs
 Sister's sighing in her sleep
 Brother's got a date to keep
 He can't hang around
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our
 Our house it has a crowd
 There's always something happening
 And it's usually quite loud
 Our mum, she's so house-proud
 Nothing ever slows her down
 And a mess is not allowed
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house (Something tells you)
 (That you've got to move away from it) In the middle of our
 Father gets up late for work
 Mother has to iron his shirt
 Then she sends the kids to school
 Sees them off with a small kiss (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
 She's the one they're going to miss
 In lots of ways
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 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our
 I remember way back then
 When everything was true and when
 We would have such a very good time
 Such a fine time, such a happy time
 And I remember how we'd play
 Simply waste the day away
 Then we'd say nothing would come between us
 Two dreamers
 Father wears his Sunday best
 Mother's tired she needs a rest
 The kids are playing up downstairs
 Sister's sighing in her sleep
 Brother's got a date to keep
 He can't hang around
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, in the middle of our
 Our house, was our castle and our keep
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house, that was where we used to sleep
 Our house, in the middle of our street
 Our house