Guitars twang, cymbals clang, there's a bang on the drum

As the silence is shattered before it's begun

I don't care if he's cool

Massive cracks scar our wall!

I'm living next door to a rock star

Noisy music all day, rowdy parties all night

Brightness blazing non-stop, flashing dazzling lights

Though he's top of the pops

I'm still calling the cops

I'm living next door to a rock star

Not impressed with his attitude or lack of style

Every song is atrocious, his singing is vile

He says he's 'in the groove'

I just wished that he'd move

I'm living next door to a rock star

No surprise that his sports car is blocking our drive

Dad says that he owns one though I'd estimate five

To the end of our street

Hear that loud booming beat

I'm living next door to a rock star

Fans and camera crews constantly queue at his door

It feels like our whole neighbourhood's fighting a war

But revenge is now planned

'Cos I'm joining his band

Then...

He'll be living next door to a rock star!