text: 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