Verse 1:
C Gm
Father wears his Sunday best
Dm
Mother's tired she needs a rest
Fm
The kids are playing up downstairs
C Gm
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Dm
Brother's got a date to keep
Fm
He can't hang around
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Verse 2:
C Gm
Our house it has a crowd
Dm
There's always something happening
Fm
And it's usually quite loud
C Gm
Our mum she's so house proud
Dm
Nothing ever slows her down
Fm
And a mess is not allowed
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our ...
B F#m C#m Em
Our house, in the middle of our street
B F#m C#m Em
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
Verse 3:
C Gm
Father gets up late for work
Dm
Mother has to iron his shirt
Fm
Then she sends the kids to school
C Gm
Sees them off with a small kiss
Dm
She's the one they're going to miss
Fm
In lots of ways
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our ...
(Quick singing bit uses verse chords - as it does in verse 4...)
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 happily time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers
C Gm
Father wears his Sunday best
Dm
Mother's tired she needs a rest
Fm
The kids are playing up downstairs
C Gm
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Dm
Brother's got a date to keep
Fm
He can't hang around
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
B F#m C#m Em
Our house, in the middle of our street
B F#m C#m Em
Our house, in the middle of our ...
C Gm Dm Fm
Our house, was our castle and our keep
C Gm Dm Fm
Our house, in the middle of our street
D Am Em Gm
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
D Am Em Gm
Our house, in the middle of our street
B F#m C#m Em
Our house, in the middle of our street
C Gm Dm Fm
Our house, was our castle and our…
(Guitar stops playing...)
Something tells you that you got to get away from it…