Bottom Floor Blues

I hear your foot steps thumping. 
And your bath tub leaking. 
I hear your boyfriend humping. 
And your bed frame creaking. 

I've got the bottom floor blues. 
and Im trapped in a cave. 
I've got the bottom floor blues.
Only a lease can save. 

There are more cobwebs than spiders. 
And people can see through the shades. 
There are deliveries rang through. 
Only they don't have our name. 

I've got the bottom floor blues. 
When will they go away. 
I've got the bottom floor blues. 
Seems like they only stay. 

*key change into distorted bridge hopeful so

Whats that I hear no footsteps there, they must have gone back home
I can't believe I've lived in a place more surrounded by sound than my own....

Oh no wait a key, oh my god can it be. 
They are back again! 
Just did a big shop, and then
They got a dogggggg.

and I've got the bottom floor bluessssssssssssssss.
The end should sound like a frank sinatra song. Really long and drawn out, camera pans out. 

Meant to be read to the tune of baby back ribs, from chillis. 

I do wonder if they can hear me though.