Well my house is a mad house   Well hardly sit down and watch T.V cause we got things to do   And I got things to do   Mum talks calmly for a while and then starts shouting   Clean up the kitchen   I always say I'll do it later   Or yeah in a minute   My house is a hot spot   Everyday of the week someone will be in my house who don't live here   The neighbours ain't got a problem with us   Yeah music plays in my house constantly   Constant noise but I wouldn't have it any other way I love my house   Total chaos, yeah its random   Off key, different, no house is similar   But for some reason it works   My house is crazy you know      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      You hold a better conversation   When born in grimey locations   And that's where you'll find my crib   In the same area where the alkies live   So I love my street   You get bare joke when the alkies beef   And though outside may reek   Not in my crib no potpourri   And we've just added new bricks   So every other house in the street looks shit   Compared to ours   But its hard to get a decent kip when out comes the stars   Because of all the beef in my avenue   Neighbours fight so police in my avenue   So you might catch me in my living room   Up late writing to beats if I'm in the mood   Or if not i'll be on the Playstation   Or better still MSN conversations   And everyone of our houses are Dadless   So no wonder our houses are Madness      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      Sunday morning my day off   I can smell that bacon cooking   And mum's downstairs doing that weekly washing   Singing along she's got that motown rocking   And I'm shouting out ‘mum turn it down'   Cos I'm tryna sleep right now   Argh forget it I was getting up anyway   Man I can't get a lie in any day   So I'm downstairs arguing   Mum chill out I won't have this in our house   Ok, your house   Then I had a little moan how the living room's freezing   And then she starts screaming   Mum I ain't being rude just turn up the heating   She said 'move out if you ain't warm enough'   Coincidently, suddenly I'm warming up      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   Something tells you that you've got to get away from it