(Randy Newman)

In my neighbourhood

We don't live so good

The rooms are small

And the buildings made of wood

I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and me

I guess I heard it all

'Cause the talk is loud

And the walls are much too thin

He don't really love her

That's what I heard them say

He sure wasn't thinking of her today, oh no

(He wasn't thinking of her today)

I saw them in the front yard

Said the boy in room 149

He was talking to a girl I've never seen before

And standing there together, oh they looked so good

I don't want to hear it anymore

(I don't want to hear it)

I don't want to hear it anymore

(Anymore)

'Cause the talk just never ends

And the heartache soon begins

The talk is so loud

And the walls are much too thin

Ain't it sad, said the woman down the hall

That when a nice girl falls in love

Ain't it just too bad that she had to fall

For a boy who doesn't care for her at all?

(It's so sad)

I don't want to hear it anymore

(I don't want to hear it)

I just can't stand to hear it anymore

(Anymore)

'Cause the talk just never ends

And the heartache soon begins

The talk is so loud

And the walls are much too thin

I don't want to hear it anymore

(Can't stand to hear it)

(Don't want to hear it)

I just can't stand to hear it anymore

(Don't talk about it)

(Can't stand to hear it)

Oh, baby, baby

I just can't stand