In my neighbourhood where folks don't live so good now
The rooms are small most the building made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and meYes i've heard most every word cos the taklins loud and the walls are much too thin

She don't really love him Oh that's what I heard them say She sure wasn't thinking of him today
I saw her in the courtyard say that girl in room one forty nine talking to a boy I've never seen before, and standing there together don't you know they looked so fine

No I don't want to hear it anymore
I don't want to hear it anymore
Cos the talk just never ends and the heartache soon begins the talk is so loud and the walls, they're much too thin

Lord ain't it sad, said the woman cross the hall,that when a nice boy like that falls in love hey it's just too bad that he had to go and fall for a girl that doesn't care for him at all

No I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear it anymore
Cos the talk just never ends and the heartache soon begins
Oh they talk so loud and the walls are much too thin
Oh I wish they wouldn't talk so loud and expose my heartache to the crowd