LYRICS

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep (ahhhh)
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
[Something tells you that you’ve got to move away from it]
Our house 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
She’s the one they’re going to miss
In lots of ways

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 was our castle and our keep

Our house that was where we used to sleep