(Randy Newman) In my neighbourhood We don't live so good The rooms are small And the buildings made of wood I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and me I guess I heard it all 'Cause the talk is loud And the walls are much too thin He don't really love her That's what I heard them say He sure wasn't thinking of her today, oh no (He wasn't thinking of her today) I saw them in the front yard Said the boy in room 149 He was talking to a girl I've never seen before And standing there together, oh they looked so good I don't want to hear it anymore (I don't want to hear it) I don't want to hear it anymore (Anymore) 'Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins The talk is so loud And the walls are much too thin Ain't it sad, said the woman down the hall That when a nice girl falls in love Ain't it just too bad that she had to fall For a boy who doesn't care for her at all? (It's so sad) I don't want to hear it anymore (I don't want to hear it) I just can't stand to hear it anymore (Anymore) 'Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins The talk is so loud And the walls are much too thin I don't want to hear it anymore (Can't stand to hear it) (Don't want to hear it) I just can't stand to hear it anymore (Don't talk about it) (Can't stand to hear it) Oh, baby, baby I just can't stand