In the Neighborhood

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