Greg Camp - Heave-Ho lyrics

[Verse 1] Neighbor called my landlord She said that she was pissed Up all night making noise And she can't get no rest She said we was running a flop house Full of thieves and thugs Musicians and hooligans and we were all on the d** So she got bent and raised the rent Said it would only take one more Phone call from my whiny neighbor What's up with my neighbor What's it gonna take to get a break She's got us tiptoeing around in fear Church mice at st Leos down my street Have moved so far away She has sent them packing and running scared How much more does she think we will take Maybe some day when I'm old and fat and bored I'll understand why my neighbors making my life hell I can't even watch TV or sneeze or fart can't even breathe For fear my landlord will come and ring my bell How much more does she think we will pay [Chorus] No more flop house no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] Shooting cans with bb guns I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] She says these punks have to go I think were gonna get the old heave ho [Verse 2] Neighbor called my landlord It was a Sunday afternoon She couldn't hear the TV set We were having a bbq We were listening to Louis prima And drinking meisterbrau If she would have come and talked it over And she wasn't a lazy cow So she got bent and raised the rent Said it would only take one more Phone call from my whiny neighbor Maybe someday when I'm jaded 9 to 5 at a job I hate I'll come home and razz my neighbors too But I'd have clever strategy And catch them when the rent is late And all the other bills are overdue After all this is the neighborly way [Chorus] No more music no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] Barbecues in the sun I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] She says that these punks must go I think we're going to get the old heave ho [Verse 3] Don't even hide the dog Or put the bong away We don't want to live here anyway Neighbor called my landlord She said we didn't care The lawn is dead Dogs and cats are stinking everywhere She said we had crazy parties every night The yard is littered with bottles and cans Skateboards and bikes She didn't get bent Didn't raise the rent We only got a note that read In 30 days well get the old heave ho [Chorus] No more music no more fun I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] Barbecues in the sun I've got a whiny neighbor [x2] She says that these punks must go I think we're going to get the old heave ho