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In the Neighborhood

Well, the eggs chase the bacon round the fryin' pan

And the whinin' 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 neighborhoodWell, Friday's a funeral and Saturday's a bride

Sey's got a pistol on the register side

And the goddamn 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 neighborhoodWell, Big Mambo's kicking his old greyhound

And the kids can't get ice cream 'cause the market burned down

And the newspaper sleeping bags blow down the lane

And that goddamn flatbed's got me pinned in again

In the neighborhood

In the neighborhood

In the neighborhoodThere's a couple Filipino girls gigglin' 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 diggin' up the sidewalks again

In the neighborhood

In the neighborhood

In the neighborhood

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