Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired, she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowdThere's always something happeningAnd it's usually quite loudOur mum, she's so house-proudNothing ever slows her downAnd a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of ourOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house (Something tells you)(That you've got to move away from it) In the middle of our
Father gets up late for workMother has to iron his shirtThen she sends the kids to schoolSees them off with a small kiss (Ah, ah, ah, ah)She's the one they're going to missIn lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
I remember way back thenWhen everything was true and whenWe would have such a very good timeSuch a fine time, such a happy timeAnd I remember how we'd playSimply waste the day awayThen we'd say nothing would come between usTwo dreamers
Father wears his Sunday bestMother's tired she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, that was where we used to sleepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house
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My friend Steve Stoll had one of those Dodge caravans from the early 80’s and one day when his dad was driving us around one of those big wide load trucks came through town hauling a house through town. His dad pulled up behind the driver and cranked this song as loud as he could with the windows down. At the time o thought it was just brilliant. Because it was literally a house in the middle of the street. I miss the 80’s.
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