Texty:
Di Hellen

Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean There goes the neighborhood Please man, don't call the police, man Why can we just be friends And try to get along? I don't

Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer In the hills and highlands I fall asleep in hospital parking lots And awake in your mouth Hello Seattle, I am a mantaray

Funk the neigbourhood, Rock your body to the...kinky beat we do...one more time! Baby don't you slap me, 'n' if you got to, make it snappy. Your reason

Is there anybody who can help me sing? (yeah) Don't let me down I refuse to believe that you're outdated by your friends Don't let me down I refuse

I spin around and find myself again With thought I'm just a man in the street You check it out another look alike but he's not me I know the places know

I can't deny the fact that you know me better than I do, it doesn't matter 'cos I know that you say that I'm a fool, better than the best. But if you

Now that you know that committing is hard, It's time to fly around 'n' I say... No more walking hand in hand in the park. It's time to fly around 'n'

show you what is right! It's Christmas in hell It's Christmas in hell It's Christmas in hell It's Christmas in hell Christmas in hell Christmas in hell

Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you And no one cares like he cares Neighbors, let us join today in the Holy love of God and money Because neighbors