Oh think of the neighbours

Here I lay in my checked blue pyjama pants
Annoying the neighbours with Hawkwindy chants
Guitar now strung for maximum the white noise
Drowning out her from next door playing with her toys

The beat repeats as I scream and try to sing
Oh dear I wonder what those blue lights now bring
A knock at the door and the officer then strides in
Hello sir we have had complain about your loud din

Oh really I say to him in such an exasperated voice
Its her over t’road always moaning about mi musical choice
‘But sir’ he replies its now twenty past one in the night
‘I have not come in to give fuel to some feud or fight’

‘I will I suppose agree to curb my heaven sent musical skill’
‘thank you sir’ he motioned to me ‘as I am sure she is ready to kill’
The police have now gone leaving me to my evil thought
I swap guitar for my old bodhran wearing trainers so I dont get caught

I sneak into her garden with trusty drum in my shaking hand
I rang a few of my mates so we now have a travelling band
Not time to tune up i count us in ‘one and two and three’
Giggling with delight as I peer around at her from behind the old tree

The look on her face as she hears our first ditty and song
It priceless as now the rest join in to help by playing along
Again the car sirens have now started to shriek and wail
This time the coppers don’t hesitate and cart us all off to jail

Jonesy
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