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In the neighborhood

by Tom Waits


Well the eggs chase the bacon
round the fryin´ pan
and the whinin´ dog pidgeons
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

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 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
gigglin´ by the church
and the windoe is busted
and the landlord ain´t home
and Butch joined the army
yea 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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