In The Neighborhood
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 theres always construction work
Bothering you

In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood

Fridays a funeral
And saturdays a bride
Seys got a pistol on the register side
And the goddamn delivery trucks
They make too much noise
And we dont get our butter
Delivered no more

In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood

Well big mambos kicking
His old grey hound
And the kids cant get ice cream
cause the market burned down
And the newspaper sleeping bags
Blow down the lane
And that goddamn flatbeds
Got me pinned in again
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
Theres a couple filipino girls
Gigglin by the church
And the windoe is busted
And the landlord aint home
And butch joined the army
Yea thats where hes been
And the jackhammers diggin
Up the sidewalks again

In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood