Doug Homan
Madness
Father wears his Sunday best Mothers tired she needs a rest, the kids are playing up down stairs Sisters sighing in her sleep (ah ah ah) 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 its 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 See them off with a small kiss (ah ah ah) She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways 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