My neighbours are obnoxious, rude
And loud and they’re
doing in my cranium
They are so
intolerable that I finally
Know, what it must be
like to be a Canadian
My neighbours are obnoxious, rude
And loud and they’re
doing in my cranium
They are so
intolerable that I finally
Know, what it must be
like to be a Canadian
My next-door neighbour
At number ninety-two
Has been burning all
her bills
A couple of women
Live next door to me
One is middle-aged
And teaches PE
The other a social
worker
In her mid-twenties
They go everywhere
together
If you, please
And I’ve never seen a
man
Either enter or leave
I’m beginning to think
That they might be
Lebanese
My new next-door neighbour,
It turns out, is a
really pretentious twat
He has travelled quite
a lot
So, his house is named
Bindair Dundat.
At 3am there was a knock at the door
It was my neighbour,
the cheeky little strumpet
3 o’clock in the
morning, can you believe that?
Having the door
knocked by some bit of crumpet
All I can say is that
it was lucky for the little madam
I was still up playing
my trumpet
I’ve lost all of my tropical fish
And it’s my neighbour
I have to thank
Because he plays his
music so loud
It caused a tsunami in
my fish tank
The darkest hour
Is
just before the dawn
So,
if you’re going to pee
On
your neighbor’s lawn
That’s
the time to do it