Howdy, Neighbour
The city's movin on out
To a wooden shack near a pigsty
And they're complaining about the smell
They're complaining about
The goats who are yellin bout
The city folk movin on out
Telling us to get of their lawn
Making homeowner's associations
For the work from home mass migration
Write a passive aggressive letter
Don't sign your name just in case you regret'er
Make an enemy out of your future best friend
If you had actually met her
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center
Come on down to the cookout
I'll put you up and won't even be put out
Meet my cousin's best friend's sister's husband
And her friends if we get a good turnout
Meet a girl in a sundress
Do a sin and then confess
That you've never really loved someone
But for her, you could get started
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center
Walk on down to their mailbox
For a walk of shame and some real talk
Pull that letter out in the nick of time
And burn it
To a wooden shack near a pigsty
And they're complaining about the smell
They're complaining about
The goats who are yellin bout
The city folk movin on out
Telling us to get of their lawn
Making homeowner's associations
For the work from home mass migration
Write a passive aggressive letter
Don't sign your name just in case you regret'er
Make an enemy out of your future best friend
If you had actually met her
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center
Come on down to the cookout
I'll put you up and won't even be put out
Meet my cousin's best friend's sister's husband
And her friends if we get a good turnout
Meet a girl in a sundress
Do a sin and then confess
That you've never really loved someone
But for her, you could get started
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator
How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center
Walk on down to their mailbox
For a walk of shame and some real talk
Pull that letter out in the nick of time
And burn it
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