Riding on My Bike

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 cant hang around Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Our house it has a crowd Theres always something happening And its usually quite loud Our mum shes 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 youve 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 Shes the one theyre 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 wed play simply waste the day away Then wed say nothing would come between us two 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 cant 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