Our House, In the Middle of Our Street

Have you seen our house? Have you seen our house?

Have you seen our house? Have you seen our house?

It is over there mate!

Aah, Madness - they are quite, well.... mad. How else would I describe this British (super) group from the 80's?

For a start, how about genius?

I guess, in continuation of my series on our houses in Taiping, I remember this song from 1982. Of course by then we were no longer living in Taiping, but this song is very apt that I just could not help but post it here.

It is our anthem - my kids and I, for all the houses that we have stayed at; numerous actually. Mind you, this song is nearly 30 years old, but the kids enjoyed it nonetheless. Obviously this blogger thought it was a fun song from his younger days at the Monash suburb of Clayton.

I can imagine the three of us singing along with Madness. It never fails to bring a smile to me whenever I see the clip. Of course, the kids would be giggling and laughing while watching their antics, and they weren't even born yet when this song was released.

Brillliant. I could listen for this song for hours and it will remind me of my beautiful houses of Taiping.

To complement the previous entry, I present you Our House by Madness. Enjoy it.

Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest

The kids are playing up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep
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

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, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Our house, in the middle of our street
(Something tells you)
(That you've got to get away from it)
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
She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways

[Instrumental Interlude]

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 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 up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep
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, 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