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
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
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comOur 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
In the middle of our street
Our house