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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Michael Stuart Charbula
David Michael Stuart Charbula
Songwriter

Lyrics

The city's movin on out To a wooden shack near a pigsty And they're complaining about the smell They're complaining about The goats who are yellin bout The city folk movin on out Telling us to get of their lawn Making homeowner's associations For the work from home mass migration Write a passive aggressive letter Don't sign your name just in case you regret'er Make an enemy out of your future best friend If you had actually met her How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center Come on down to the cookout I'll put you up and won't even be put out Meet my cousin's best friend's sister's husband And her friends if we get a good turnout Meet a girl in a sundress Do a sin and then confess That you've never really loved someone But for her, you could get started How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your world, and you're the equator How, Howdy Neighbour. This is your cosmos, and you're at the center Walk on down to their mailbox For a walk of shame and some real talk Pull that letter out in the nick of time And burn it
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