hapihouse

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

Our hapi house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so hapi house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed

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

Our hapi house, in the middle of our street
(Something tells you)
(That you've got to get away from it)
Our hapi 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 hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi 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 hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi house, in the middle of our
Our hapi house, was our castle and our keep
Our hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi house, that was where we used to sleep
Our hapi house, in the middle of our street
Our hapi house, in the middle of our street