Letras

Ms. Adeline peeked out the curtains And what did she see But a Penske truck parked across the street A shirtless hunk with a couch in his hands And sunshine glistenin' off his washboard abs Ooh ooh that ain't good Ooh ooh there goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood His real estate lady was Emma Jean Who's best friend Debby is the gossip queen They got the housewives already lickin' their lips For a six foot one single income no kids Ooh ooh that ain't good Ooh ooh there goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood Bobby's in her booty shorts joggin' on by She must a made a loop around least ten times And who's that puttin' on too much pretty It's the high class white trash welcomin' committee Ooh ooh that ain't good Ooh ooh there goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood Ladies start your ovens Let them kitchen timer's tick That extra stick of butter Might just do the trick Will he fall for Brittany's biscuits Or Hannah's honey ham Don't look now but that chocolate cake's About to hit the fan For now they can just keep a twirlin' their hair Tryin' to sneak a peak of his derriere But it's all for not at the end of the day When they find out that he swings the other way Ooh ooh that ain't good Ooh ooh there goes the neighborhood Ooh ooh that ain't good Ooh ooh there goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood
Writer(s): Dave Brainard, Jenny Tolman, Mary Haller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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