In The Neighborhood — текст песни (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
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 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 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 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 windoe 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
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood