Our House

Our House


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 
Our house, in the middle of our ... 
(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 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 ... 


Madness