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 houseproud
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 move away from it)
Our house, in the middle of our

 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 we would have such a very good time, such a fine 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
Our house, in the middle of our