That old house down the street
That old house down the street with
that brown door
the one that always has that doormat
that says welcome everyone.

And inside that house is your grandma
Your grandma and grandpa who love
to cook
I can remember that sweet smell
of gingerbread in the air
those so sweet cookies that we
always made.

I remember when I was four trying
to help with the cookies
And I gave all the cookie dough
to Pom Pom
when you were not looking
that sweet old dog
who always stole food
From our family table.

That family table has so many memories
Like that one time we were playing spoons
And one of them flipped in the air and
Landed right in the pie that had just
Come out of the oven. And all
Those family meals were served
at that table like …
That yummy turkey dinner!

I remember out in that old
Garden the one that had
The old white paint that
Was chipping off the fence 

I remember that house.
Oh that old house down the street,
that old house with all those sweet memories.