(In 4/4 time. 8 bar piano Intro)

 

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

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Our house... 

In the middle of our street
Our house... 

In the middle of our...

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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

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Our house... 

In the middle of our street
Our house... 

In the middle of our...

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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

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(16 bar interlude: Clapping clicking etc...)

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Our house... 

In the middle of our street
Our house... 

In the middle of our...

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I remember way back then

Everything was true 
We would have... a very good time,

such a fine time...Such a happy time

I remember how we'd play 

Simply waste the day away
Then we'd say...nothing would come Between us...
Two dreamers

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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...

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Our house... 

In the middle of our street
Our house... 

In the middle of our...

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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

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