martedì, novembre 12, 2013


If your neighbour disappears
O if your neighbour disappears
The quiet man who raked his lawn
The girl who always took the sun
Never mention it to your wife
Never say at dinnertime
Whatever happened to that man
Who used to rake his lawn
Never say to your daughter
As you’re walking home from church
Funny thing about that girl
I haven’t seen her for a month
And if your son says to you
Nobody lives next door
They’ve all gone away
Send him to bed with no supper
Because it can spread, it can spread
And one fine evening coming home
Your wife and daughter and son
They’ll have caught the idea and will be gone