Lyrics Eric Martin

Eric Martin

There Goes The Neighborhood

Pull up the flamingoes

Daddy won big at the bingo table

Time to break out the pint

Of Black Label

The lord works at

Mysterious ways

Take down the velvets

Of Jesus and Elvis

I see a happy ending

Somewhere on road to Vegas

The wheel of fortune is turning

And there’s no turning back

Let’s get while no one’s looking

Saddle up the Cadillac

We burn our bridges out in California

We never got a star in Hollywood

Now here we are

Living right next door to you

There goes the neighborhood

Pulling in to paradise

With Hula Dolls and Dashboard Dices

With the barbecue on

The future looks bright

The Lord works at

Mysterious ways

Come on like a blind date

All teeth and handshakes

If all else fails

We’ll put the peddle to the metal

And follow empties on the highway

Like Hansel and Gretel

The wheel of fortune is turning

We’ll all be kicking back

Let’s get while the Getting’s Golden

Find another sugar shack