Our House - Live

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

(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[Instrumental]

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 streetOur house, in the middle of our street

Our house