Sangtekst: Clutch. Green Buckets.

Won't you come over and stay for a while?
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time.
Turn on the TV I believe it's prime time.
I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five.

There's a woman down at 314
who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean.
And there's a man who's been knockin' on his door
for three years, or has it been four?
I don't wanna spend the winter in this house all alone.
Those neighbors of mine keep coming on over and playing with my mind.

I would like to love you,
I sure would treat you right.
We could take the trash out
every Thursday night.

Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing -
green buckets every Friday at every driveway.
They're filled with glasses, plastics, and newspapers, too.
They say they recycle and bring them back to you.

I would like to love you,
I sure would treat you right.
We could take the trash out
every Thursday night.
We could be a family,
consume many goods.
We could be the pillars
of the neighborhood.

Ah babe, I'm a real hard worker
with the proper tools, I'll make you anything you yearn for.
The barbarians are at the gate,
come in before it's too late.
I have food enough to last the two of us about a year.
A thousand cans of chowder and a thousand cans of beer.
I love my neighbors like I love my own brothers,
but every year they're getting odder and odder.

I would like to love you,
I sure would treat you right.
We could take the trash out
every Thursday night.
We could be a family,
consume many goods.
We could be the pillars
of the neighborhood.