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Madness Our House 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 move 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 Our house in the middle of Return to Homepage | Return to Top of Page |
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