Newman
In my neighbourhood, where folks don't live so good now 
The rooms are small, most of building's made of wood 
I hear the neighbours talking about you and me 
Yes, I've heard most every word 
'Cause the talking's loud, and the walls are much too thin 
"She don't really love him" 
Oh, that's what I heard them say 
"She sure wasn't thinking of him today" 
"I saw her in the courtyard", said that girl in room 1-49 
"Talking to a boy I've never seen before 
And standing there together, don't you know they looked so fine" 
No, I don't want to hear it anymore 
I don't want to hear it anymore 
'Cause the talk just never ends 
And the heartache soon begins 
The talk is so loud and the walls- they're much too thin 
"Lord, ain't it sad", said the woman across the hall 
"That a nice boy like that falls in love 
Hey, it's just too bad that he had to go and fall 
For a girl who doesn't care for him at all" 
No, I don't want to hear it anymore 
I don't want to hear it anymore 
'Cause the talk just never ends 
And the heartache soon begins 
Oh, they talk so loud 
And the walls are much too thin 
Oh, I wish they wouldn't talk so loud 
And expose my heartache to the crowd 
These walls around me are so thin 
Sometimes I think they're moving in 
Yeah...