You can't walk there, it is my side of the street
That is my sidewalk, my grass and my beat
Your kids can't stand there, that is too near my door
I talk like this because I am a bore
So, you stay in your house on your side
I will sit in front of mine with my pride
I won't talk to you, and you not to me
Enemies of opposite sides we will be
Your life is good, just and happy
My life is lonely, dull and crappy
Why don't I have any friends like you?
Maybe I should see...
What is on your side of street too