In The Neighborhood (Tom Waites: Swordfish Trombones)
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 Seth's got a pistol on the registers 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 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 goddamn 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
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