A BONE TO PICK

I got a bone to pick with the people next door
I got a bone to pick, yeah, with the people next door
They make me feel real sick, talkin' 'bout the people next door

I tried to make some sense of the people next door
A word across the fence with the people next door
That was my first offense, dealin' with the people next door, yeah

So don't try to argue with "ze biche d'enfer"
She'll treat you real ugly and, uh she don't care, no
I got a bone to pick with the people next door
They make me feel real sick, talkin' 'bout the people next door

So don't try to argue with "ze biche d'enfer"
Her bark is as bad as her bite and baby, she don't care, no
I got a bone to pick with the people next door
They make me feel real sick, talkin' 'bout the people next door

Chris- Lead Guitar, Bass & Vocals, Billy Lee Lewis- Drums,
Tim Larkin- Trumpet, Jim Rothermel- Sax, Jef Labes- Organ