821 Old State Rd, Media, PA 19063

Sung to this tune: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwIe_sjKeAY Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing around upstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a train to keep He can't bang around Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner 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 Nothing ever slows her down And a mess is not allowed Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner of our Our house, on the corner of our street (Something tells you) (That you've got to find your way to it) Our house, on the corner of our Father gets up late for work Mother makes him iron his shirt Then he takes the kids to school Sees them off with a small kiss She's the one they're going to miss In lots of ways [Instrumental Interlude] Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner 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 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 around upstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a train to keep He can't bang around Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner of our Our house, was our castle and our keep Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, that was where we used to sleep Our house, on the corner of our street Our house, on the corner of our street