Tom Waits - In The Neighborhood

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 there's always construction work bothering you In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Well, 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 greyhound 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 window is busted and the landlord ain't home And Butch joined the army, yeah, that's where he's been And the jackhammer's diggin' up the sidewalks again In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood