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 aroundOur house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of ourOur 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 allowedOur 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 away from it)
Our house, in the middle of ourFather 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 waysOur house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of ourI 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 dreamersFather 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 aroundOur 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 ourOur 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