Trouble in 421 lyrics

The evening began as a positive swaret

And my abode was 4-2-0 G.

But little did I know that in the very next apartment

There'd be trouble on the brew for me!

Ubiquitious I wish I could be

Because the clock cuts short me own day!

One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass

Upon the cushion that supports my array!

Can this be?

Trouble!

So if I may, slip you a tip.

You'd stay away from 4-2-1.

Trouble!

So get high the green way.

So get high the green way... yes!

I knocked upon their door

In hopes of bidding them their welcome

When instead i was caught by an eye.

His pupil was wide open

Kinda like a liquor barn at 3: 00.

It was indoubadoubly dose derived.

It was then that they took me

And shined a light between my eyes.

He said,"WHAT ARE YA NEW?

WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT'S THE CATCH?

WHY NOT EXPLAIN IN CLEAR? WHY YOU'RE PEAKIN' AROUND?!"

I wish I could've just kept to my own.

My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!

I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside

So that my mind could sit and delude my pride!

I beg my common sense to keep my

Neighbor out away from my front door

Until I find a way

To hide myself from those in 4-2-1... one...

One away from the good one.