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 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