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 house-proud   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 get 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 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 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