Текст песни Tom Waits - In The Neighborhood
Tom Waits - In The Neighborhood слова песни
Well the eggs chase the baconround the fryin` panand the whinin` dog pidgeonsby the steeple bell ropeand the dogs tipped the garbage pailsover last nightand there`s always construction workbothering youIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodFriday`s a funeraland Saturday`s a brideSey`s got a pistol on the register sideand the goddamn delivery trucksthey make too much noiseand we don`t get our butterdelivered no moreIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodWell Big Mambo`s kickinghis old grey houndand the kids can`t get ice cream`cause the market burned downand the newspaper sleeping bagsblow down the laneand that goddamn flatbed`sgot me pinned in againIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodThere`s a couple Filipino girlsgigglin` by the churchand the windoe is bustedand the landlord ain`t homeand Butch joined the armyyea that`s where he`s beenand the jackhammer`s diggin`up the sidewalks againIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhoodIn the neighborhood