Smash Mouth

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 drugs
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. 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 someday when I'm old and fat and bored
I'll understand why my neighbor 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've got a whiny neighbor
I've got a whiny neighbor
Shooting cans with BB guns
I've got a whiny neighbor
I've got a whiny neighbor
She says these punks have to go
I think we're gonna get the old heave 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 Meisterbrau
If she would have come to talk it over
And wasn't a lazy cow
So she got bent she raised the rent
Said it would only take one more
Phone call from my whiny neighbor