Our House

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-ah-ah-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 street 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 (Ah-ah-ah-ah) Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed, ey 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 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-ah-ah-ah) She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways, ey Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom Bom-bom-bom-bom ¡Eh! Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom Bom-bom-bom-bom ¡Eh! Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom Bom-bom-bom-bom ¡Eh! Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom Bom-bom-bom-bom ¡Eh, uh! 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 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-ah-ah-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 street 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 street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, eh
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Credits
- Writers
- Cathal Smyth
- Chris Foreman