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It was a rock and roll wedding, |
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Held down at a rock and roll shack, |
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Well the groom wore boots and leather, |
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Let me tell you that the bride she wore black, |
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Electric guitars cranked up real loud and good, |
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And the people next door said, "There goes the neighborhood" |
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Black and white cars parked all the way around the block, |
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They had the music, it was crakin', |
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Man, I did not think it would stop, |
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Rockin' and rollin' like everybody knows they should, |
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And the people next door said, "There goes the neighborhood" |
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Chorus: Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood |
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Well the preacher drove up in a |
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Harley all dressed in chrome, |
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And the bride and groom said "Welcome to our happy home", |
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You know the vows were said and everybody kissed the bride, |
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And the people next door were lookin' for a place to hide |
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Then the party really started and it lasted throughout the night, |
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A lot of people got it right and the others just wanted to fight, |
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Got as hot as the flames across a hot rod hood, |
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And the people next door said, "There goes the neighborhood" |
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Chorus: Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Rockin' and rollin' like everybody knows they should |
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Chorus: Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, |
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Rockin' and rollin' like everybody knows they should |
