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 ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away 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 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, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street