Our house
In the middle of our street
Our house
In the middle of our street

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
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...

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

Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa!

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...

I remember way back then when everything was true
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