Our House
Carl Smyth, Christopher Foreman

Father wears his Sunday best,
Mother's tired she needs a rest,
The kids are playing up downstairs,
Sister's sighing in her sleep (ahhh),
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 mom 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)

Father gets up late for work,
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school,
Sees them off with a a small kiss,
She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways.

I remember way back 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 (ahhh),
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 was our castle and our keep
Our house in the middle of our
Our house, that was where we use to sleep
Our house in the middle of our...