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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 mom 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 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 gonna miss in lots of ways
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 then
And we would have such a very good time
Such a fine time, such a happy time
And I remember how we played
Seemed to wish 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
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
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house in the middle of our street
































