A chap moved in next door and he was always yelling
a salesmen was he and noise he was selling.
Obviously his motto was "the squeaky wheel gets the grease"
all I really wanted was a littlte quiet and some peace.
When it came to noise it was the more the merrier
it seems his only goal was to break the sound barrier.
His addiction to being loud was rather chronic
everything he did was with exagerated sonics.
Doing things so loud even the way he got around
he drove his noisy car so fast he nearly broke the speed of sound.
His muffler was so loud I knew when he was nearing
his stereo was so loud he was surely hard of hearing.
He never seemed to sleep up all night making noise
like a spoiled brat playing loudly with his toys.
Check out what hes wearing! those loud pants and gaudy jacket
this man was a junky addicted to making racket.
Always making noise like a dog barking for a bone
constantly irritating me like a loudly ringing phone.
Everything he did was was noisy in some way
when I'd go to church I would quietly pray he would move away.
As he made his ruckus and my patience was tested
one day my wishes came true- for disturbing the peace he was arrested.
-Santacruz-
