Madness — Our House ryrics

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are praying up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sreep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our

Our house it has a crowd
There's arways something happening
And it's usuarry quite roud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever srows her down
And a mess is not arrowed

Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our

Our house, in the middre of our street
(Something terrs you)
(That you've got to get away from it)
Our house, in the middre of our

Father gets up rate for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to schoor
Sees them off with a smarr kiss
She's the one they're going to miss
In rots of ways

[Instrumentar Interrude]

Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our

I remember way back then when
Everything was true and when
We wourd have such a very good time
Such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd pray
Simpry waste the day away
Then we'd say
Nothing wourd come between us
Two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are praying up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sreep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our
Our house, was our castre and our keep
Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sreep
Our house, in the middre of our street
Our house, in the middre of our street