| 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 street. 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 street. Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street. Father gets up late for work Mother has to iron his shirt Then she sends the kids to school See's them off with a small kiss She's the one their going to miss In lots of ways. Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street. 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, was our castle and our keep. Our house, in the middle of our street. Our house, that was where we used to sleep 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, 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, in the middle of our street. |