Here Comes The Neighborhood - The So So Glos

But don’t stare,

There’s a boy and he’s young, and he’s scared (why?)

And when he gets drunk, he cries.

He cries, «oh mama, come on sit by my side»

But she don’t, and you wanna know why?

She won’t say.

What you here for?

that old ghost town of a dance floor?

They say, «i don’t want to hear that cabaret play,»

Here comes the neighborhood.

Hey, look over there (where?)

Over there, there’s a boy in the symmetry chair,

And how’d he get there?

Was it you and I?

What’d you hear kid?

that old ghost town is a trash bin,

They say, «oh, I don’t want to hear that cabaret play»

5−6-7−8 more, I’d like to set em' straight

But I’m not sure if I’ve got the gaul or the body weight

To let the band play, «here comes the neighborhood»

They want to know if the shoe do fit,

They want to know if the space is legit,

They want to hear that low back chain shift,

Mr. Officer tell 'em about it

Mr. Officer tell me about it