There Goes the Neighborhood

Miss Adeline peeks out the curtains and what does she see
but a Penske truck parked across the street
A shirtless hunk with a couch in his hands
And sunshine glistenin’ off his washboard abs

Oooh
That ain’t good
Oooh
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood

His real estate lady was Emma Jean
Who’s best friend, Debbie, is the gossip queen
They got the housewives already licking their lips
for a 6 foot 1, single income, no kids

Oooh
That ain’t good
Oooh
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood

Well Bobbi’s in her booty shorts joggin’ on by
She musta made a loop around at least ten times
And who’s that puttin’ on too much pretty?
It’s the high class white trash welcoming committee

Oooh
That ain’t good
Oooh
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood

Ladies start your ovens
Let them kitchen timers tick
That extra stick of butter
Well, it might just do the trick
Will he fall for Brittney’s biscuits
Or Hannah’s honey ham?
Don’t look now but that chocolate cake’s
About to hit the fan

For now they can all keep twirling their hair
Tryna sneak a peak of his derrière
But it’s all for not, at the end of the day
When they find out he swings the other way

Oooh
That ain’t good
Oooh
No, that ain’t good
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood

Sorry, ladies!