Heave-Ho - 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 the 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 Leos 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 bored

I’ll understand why my neighbor’s making my life 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

Shooting cans with bb guns

I’ve got a whiny neighbor

She says these punks have to go

I think were 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 and talked it over

And she wasn’t a lazy cow

So she got bent and raised the rent

Said it would only take one more

Phone call from my whiny neighbor

Maybe someday when I’m jaded

9 to 5 at a job I hate

I’ll come home and razz my neighbors too

But I’d have clever 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’ve got a whiny neighbor

Barbecues in the sun

I’ve got a whiny neighbor

She says that these punks must go

I think we’re going to get the old heave ho

Don’t even hide the dog

Or put the bong away

We don’t want to 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 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 that read

In 30 days well get the old heave ho

Whoa!

No more music no more fun

I’ve got a whiny neighbor

Barbecues in the sun

I’ve got a whiny neighbor

She says that these punks must go

I think we’re going to get the old heave ho