Our House Songtext
von Madness
Our House Songtext
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother′s tired, she needs a rest, the kids are playin' up downstairs
Sister′s sighin' in her sleep (ah)
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
Our house (something tells you that you've got to move)
In the middle of our - (away from it)
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 (ah)
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 playin′ up downstairs
Sister′s sighin' 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
In the middle of our -
Mother′s tired, she needs a rest, the kids are playin' up downstairs
Sister′s sighin' in her sleep (ah)
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
Our house (something tells you that you've got to move)
In the middle of our - (away from it)
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 (ah)
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 playin′ up downstairs
Sister′s sighin' 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
In the middle of our -
Writer(s): Graham Mcpherson, Michael Barson, Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Mark William Bedford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

