QUOTE (x2lls @ Mar 30 2012, 01:23 PM)
We know a song about that
Our shed, a very very very nice shed, with two dogs in the yard, life used to be so hard.......
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 shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our ...
Our shed it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so shed-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our ...
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
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
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, 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 shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, in the middle of our ...
Our shed, was our castle and our keep
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed, that was where we used to sleep
Our shed, in the middle of our plot
Our shed in the middle of our plot