Trouble in 421

Lyrics for Trouble in 421

The evening began as a positive swaret And my abode was 4-2-0 G. But little did I know that in the very next apartment There'd be trouble on the brew for me! Ubiquitious I wish I could be Because the clock cuts short me own day! One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass Upon the cushion that supports my array! Can this be? Trouble! So if I may, slip you a tip. You'd stay away from 4-2-1. Trouble! So get high the green way. So get high the green way... yes! I knocked upon their door In hopes of bidding them their welcome When instead i was caught by an eye. His pupil was wide open Kinda like a liquor barn at 3: 00. It was indoubadoubly dose derived. It was then that they took me And shined a light between my eyes. He said,"WHAT ARE YA NEW? WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT'S THE CATCH? WHY NOT EXPLAIN IN CLEAR? WHY YOU'RE PEAKIN' AROUND?!" I wish I could've just kept to my own. My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent! I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside So that my mind could sit and delude my pride! I beg my common sense to keep my Neighbor out away from my front door Until I find a way To hide myself from those in 4-2-1... one... One away from the good one.