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 there's always construction work bothering you
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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 to much noise
and we don't get our butter delivererd no more
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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 the goddamn flatbed's got me pinned in again
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There's a couple Filipino girl's gigglin' by the church
and the window 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
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