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OUR HOUSE, Madness
1. GFather wears his Sunday Dbest, AmMother's tired she needs a rest, Sister's sighing in her sleep, GBrother's got a date to Dkeep, The Ckids are playing up downstairs He can't hang around
Ch: AOur Ehouse, Bin the Dmiddle of our Astreet Our EhouseB, in the Dmiddle of our ...
GOur house it has a Dcrowd, Amthere's always something happening and our mum she's so house-proud, Gnothing ever slows her Ddown and it's Cusually quite loud a mess is not allowed
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ASomething tells you Ethat you've got to Bget away from Dit GFather gets up late for Dwork, AmMother has to iron his shirt,
Sees them off with a small kiss,
Gshe's the one they're going Dto Cthen she sends the kids to school missed in lots of ways
Chorus 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
AOur Ehouse, Bwas ourD castle and ouAr 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