The kids are running rampant, round and round the flats,

Banging sticks along the rails, noisy stuff like that!

They're screaming out obscenities, the F word and the rest,

Why should we be subjected to this nasty kind of pest?

Graffiti decorates the walls, not one of them can spell,

With Eagles Rool,  Dokkers suck and John loves Bill as well!

Suffer the little children, Jesus once did say.

Suffer sounds a good idea, by God, I'd make them pay!

The kids are only part of it, the drunks are quite a curse.

We yell at them to bugger off, but that just makes it worse!

They drop their tinnies everywhere, the casks and bottles too,

They use the tree down by the fence when they can't find the loo!

Drug dealings are a fact of life, with secret sales at night

By dealers selling furtively every drug in sight.

A knock comes to the door, a voice: I'd like an ounce or more

I say This is a decent house, you need the bloke next door!.

At roughly 2 o'clock each night the music comes on loud,

We know just who's responsible, the same old rowdy crowd

Of drunken bums and Elvis fans, the larrikins and lairs.

Wish Elvis and his Blue Suede Shoes would kick them down the stairs!

We eavesdrop on the battling the married couples do.

He yells 'You've slept with Billy Jones,' and she yells 'So have you!'

This diatribe is followed by a thump, a bang, a scream,

Signalling the progress of another love's young dream.

You have to feel some sympathy for pets kept locked inside,

A kitten kept for company, with Homeswest rules defied,

A dog that barks all day and night until its voice is spent,

I swear I would be happier if lived in a tent!

Your clothes hang in the public view on any sunny day,

Inviting one and all to help themselves from this display,

Your dress might take a hike one day, your bra might disappear,

You really need to watch the funny blokes who live round here!

Although your flat is clean enough to eat right off the floor,

It can't make up for what piles up outside your own front door.

With only two small rubbish bins to service all these flats,

The overflow is manna to the cockroaches and rats.

For 12 years I have lived like this, I can't take any more.

I'm going nuts, it's time I started banging down the door.

I need a nicer place to live, of that there's little doubt,

If Homeswest don't come through, I'll have to tunnel my way out!