text: Well, the eggs chase the bacon round the fryin pan
  And the whinin dog pigeons 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
  Well, Fridays a funeral and Saturdays a bride
  And Seys got a pistol on the register side
  And the goddamned 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 Mambo is kickin his old greyhound
  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 window is busted and the landlord aint home
  And Butch joined the army, yeah, thats where hes been
  And the jackhammers digging up the sidewalks again
  In the neighborhood
  In the neighborhood
  In the neighborhood
  In the neighborhood
  In the neighborhood
  In the neighborhood