Our House – Theresa Sokyrka & Jesse Brown (originally by Madness)
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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, 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 Our house, in the middle of our street
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 and simply waste the day away Then we’d say nothing would come between us, two dreamers
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 …