Our House (Mixed)

[Intro] 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 [Chorus] Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our Our house, in the middle of our street (Somеthing tells you that you've got to move away from it) Our housе, in the middle of our