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G D
Father wears his Sunday best,
Am
Mother's tired she needs a rest,
Sister's sighing in her sleep,
G D
Brother's got a date to keep,
C
The kids are playing up downstairs
He can't hang around
Chorus:
A E B D A
Our house, in the middle of our street
E B D
Our house, in the middle of our ...
G D
Our house it has a crowd,
Am
there's always something happening and
our mum she's so house-proud,
G D
nothing ever slows her down and
C
it's usually quite loud
a mess is not allowed
Chorus
A E B D
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
G D
Father gets up late for work,
Am
Mother has to iron his shirt,
Sees them off with a small kiss,
G D
she's the one they're going to
C
then she sends the kids to school
missed in lots of ways
Chorus
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
A E B D A
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