Heave-Ho (Acoustic)

Neighbor called my landlord She said that she was pissed Up all night, making noise 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 drugs So she got bent, she 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. Leo's 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 bald I'll understand why my neighbors makes me feel like 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? No more flop-house, no more fun I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor Shooting cans with BB guns I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor She says, "These punks have to go" I think we're gonna get the old heave-ho (Ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho) Neighbor called my landlord It was a Sunday afternoon She couldn't hear the TV set, we were having a barbecue We were listening to Louis Prima and drinking Meister Bräu If she would have come to talk it over, and wasn't a lazy cow She got bent, she raised the rent Said it would only take one more Phone call from my whiny neighbor Maybe some day when I'm jaded Nine to five at a job I hate I'll come home and razz my neighbors too But I'd have a strategy, and catch them when the rent is late And all the other bills are overdue After all this is the neighborly way No more music, no more fun I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor Barbecues in the sun I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor She says that these punks must go I think we're gonna get the old heave-ho (Ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho) Don't even hide the dog, or put the bong away We don't wanna 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 that 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 In thirty days, we'll get the old heave-ho Whoa Whoa No more music, no more fun I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor Barbecues in the sun I got a whiny neighbor, I got a whiny neighbor She says that these punks must go I think we're gonna get the old heave-ho (Ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho)