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)



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Iannello, Paul Delisle, Greg Camp, Steven Harwell
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