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 get a-way from it.
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 be-tween 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 meet,
Our house, in the middle of our street.