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