Neighbor called my landlord, she said that she was pissed Up all night, makin' noise and she can't get no rest She said we was runnin' a flop house full of thieves and thugs Musicians and hooligans and we were all on drugs So she got bent, she raised the rent, said it would only take one more Phone call from my whiny neighbor What's up with my neighbor? What's it gonna take to get a break? She's got us tiptoein' around in fear Church mice at St. Leos down my street have moved so far away She has sent them packin' and runnin' scared How much more does she think we will take? Maybe some day when I'm old and fat and bored I'll understand Why my neighbors make me feel like Hell I can't even watch TV or sneeze or fart, can't even breathe For fear my landlord will come and ring my bell How much more does she think we will pay? No more flop house, no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor Shooting cans with baby's guns I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor She says these punks have to go I think we're gonna get the old heave ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Neighbor called my landlord, it was a Sunday afternoon She couldn't hear the TV set, we were havin' a barbecue We were listenin' to Louis Prima and drinkin' Meisterbrau If she would have come to talked it over and wasn't a lazy cow So she got bent, she raised the rent, said it would only take one more Phone call from my whiny neighbor Maybe someday when I'm jaded, nine to five at a job I hate I'll come home and razz my neighbors too But I'd have a strategy and catch them when the rent is late And all the other bills are overdue After all this is the neighborly way No more music, no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor Barbecues in the sun I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor She says that these punks must go I think were gonna get the old heave ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Don't even hide the dog Or put the bong away We don't want to live here anyway Neighbor called my landlord, she said we didn't care The lawn is dead, dogs and cats are stinkin' everywhere She said that we had crazy parties every night The yard is littered with bottles and cans, skateboards and bikes She didn't get bent, didn't raise the rent, we only got a note In thirty days we'll get the old heave ho No more music, no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor Barbecues in the sun I've got a whiny neighbor, I've got a whiny neighbor She says that these punks must go I think were gonna get the old heave ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho © WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; SQUISH MOTH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com