Vārdi: The Rolling Stones. Neighbours.

Neighbours, neighbours, neighbours
Have I got neighbours?
Have I got neighbours?
All day and all night

Neighbours
Have I got neighbours?
Ringing my doorbells
All day and all night

Ladies, have I got crazies?
Screaming young babies
No piece and no quiet
I got T.V.'s, saxophone playing
Groaning and straining
With the trouble and strife

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbours, due unto strangers
Do unto neighbors
What you do to yourself, yourself, yourself

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbours do unto strangers
Do onto neighbours what you do to yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Neighbours, neighbours, neighbors

Neighbours, neighbours, neighbours
Do yourself a favour
Don't you mess with my baby
When I'm working all night
You know that neighbors
Steal off my table
Steal off my table
And doing alright, alright, alright

Neighbours do unto strangers
Do unto strangers
What you do to yourself