| 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,
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| «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,
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| «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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| Well the preacher drove up in a 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,
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| «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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| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood,
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| Rockin and rollin like everybody knows they should
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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 |