|
Oooh, oho, in the middle of your street, yeah
Aha,
yeah this is our house
Aha,
aha, yeah this is 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,
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...
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
Yeah,
this is our house, our house
Yeah,
this is our house, our house
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, 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
Our house,
in the middle of our street
Our house,
in the middle of our street
|
