Tom Waits - In The Neighborhood lyrics

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 bu*ter 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