The man next door is getting on my nerves.
All day in gale force winds he's been out there, singing.
And he can't sing to save his life.
He's wearing skimpy shorts, and a silly grin.
I woulnd't mind,but he keeps looking in here, to see if I am looking at him.
So I've turned on Michael Jackson's cd, and the louder he sings the louder MJ gets.
That will teach him~![]()