Neighborhood Scene

Crystal and, uh, Crystal and Debbie
Debbie, and the Joys and what have you
We got them on, um, on 8 mm
And then we copy it from the 8 mm to VCR
Just 'cause, you know, so they can, they can
Their kids now can watch them growing up
When they were, when they were this age, and
Well, this is a good shot, we got
Trevor smiling and Bobby in the picture
Bobby, come stand by Trevor and smile for the camera

The line, the line was drawn
For the pumpkin pie
At the fair again
Marilyn dragging me along

The sky, the sky was calm
The October dark
I can feel it too, turning blue
Elvis lit the bomb

Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up

Shannon (Deb)
How you doing? (Very partly cloudy)
Mom better get up and call Terry
Okay, well, just me watching those sick babies

Do I, do I belong
In a country house?
Every angel and devil out
Marching on the lawn

Do I, do I tell Tom
That I saw his dad
At the No Romance Bunny Ranch?
Cowgirl ain't his mom

Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up

Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up

Hi, Mom (c'mon, Trevor)
Do you have dirty feet?
Oh, Trevor's hungry
You know, well, that's good, that way he can talk to the camera, see?
Now who's this guy here? Look at this, Bobby smile
Oh, Bobby, oh, that's a good smile
We are good, don't be alarmed
We are good, don't be alarmed

You like that, don't you? (The Walkie-Talkie, put me on trap)
Yeah, put me on trap, like when you spy