I have a little neighbor
This neighbor lives on the left side of my heart.
He’s a good neighbor.
He mows his lawn, is quiet, keeps to himself
He plays a little banjo on fridays, goes to church on Sundays
But every now and then
He gets mad
My little neighbor gets mad and he throws up a ruckus
He knocks his down and lights it on fire
He makes the left side of my heart burn.
His name is Mr. Loneliness
And he makes my heart burn.