Well, the eggs chase the bacon round the frying pan And the whining dog pigeons by the steeple bell rope And the dogs tipped the garbage pails over last night And there?s always construction work bothering you
In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
Well, Friday?s a funeral and Saturday?s a bride And Sey?s got a pistol on the register side And the goddam delivery trucks, they make too much noise And we don?t get our butter delivered no more
In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
Well, Big Mambo?s kicking his old grey hound And the kids can?t get ice cream, cause the market burned down And the newspaper sleeping bags blow down the lane And that goddam flatbed?s got me pinned in again
In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
There?s a couple Filipino girls giggling by the church And the window is busted and the landlord ain?t home And Butch joined the army, yeah, that?s where he?s been And the jackhammer?s digging up the sidewalks again
In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
Music & Lyrics by: Tom Waits Official release: ?Swordfishtrombones?, Island Records Inc., © 1983
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