Dicey wears his Sunday best
Mthr's tired he needs a rest
The mods are playing up downstairs
Costy's sighing in his sleep
Hadies's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the ...
Our 'temp it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our Tone he's so 'temp-proud
Nothing ever slows him down
And a mess is not allowed
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the ...
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the ...
Something tells you that you can not get away from it
Dicey gets up late for work
Mthr has to iron his shirt
Then he sends the mods to work
Sees them off with a small kiss
He's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the ...
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 all us dreamers
Dicey wears his Sunday best
Mthr's tired he needs a rest
The mods are playing up downstairs
Costy's sighing in his sleep
Hadie's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, that was where we all met
Our 'temp, in the middle of the net
Our 'temp, in the middle of our net
