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