[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

[Chorus]
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
(Somеthing tells you that you've got to move away from it)
Our housе, in the middle of our