Текст (слова) песни: Tom Waits - In The Neighborhood
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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