In The Neighborhood lyrics

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

• Artist:Tom Waits
• Album:Swordfishtrombones (1983)