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Our House
Madness Lyrics


Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing 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, in the middle of our (something tells you that you've got to move 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 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

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Carl Smyth, Chris Foreman, Daniel Woodgate, Garaham McPherson, Lee Thompson, Mark Bedford, Michael Barson

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Patrick Stocks

Father wears his Sunday best
Mothers tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sisters sighing in her sleep
Brothers 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, in the middle of our
(Something tells you that you've got to get 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
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
2 dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mothers tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sisters sighing in her sleep
Brothers 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



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Seven Stars Records

This song is so British that suddendly turned my Krispies into Pops.

alex 770

Also my Fries Turner into chips hahaha

Heather

@Scratch Music & Media and Fannie's your aunt

Heather

Turned your cookies into biscuits, your potato chips into crisps, your French fries into chips...

David Brothers

Your coffee turned to tea your assholes turned into wankers your french fries turned into chips

Ricardo Martinez

@Tâkashi K. Entre Inglaterra y Estados Unidos hay diferencias como esas. "Fags" significa cigarrillos en Inglaterra, pero en EE.UU. significa homosexuales!

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The Comedy Pilot

1.4k dislikes are people who couldn’t find their house.

Jimmy Barto

They didn't look in the middle of their street

McNugget69

Lmao

Bush Music

Ha I love that

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