| 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… | 
| 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… |