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
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
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