Ah, them noisy neighbors of mine!
Salsa, reggaeton, and rap,
they know that, and only that.
Driving me crazy is their objective,
They celebrate every weekend,
like their mocosos have weekly birthdays;
'cause that's what they'll say
when you ask what the reason is
for the present soiree.
If you call to complain,
the noise gets louder;
and if, in desperation,
you take a chance with your life
and knock to set things square,
they pull you in as if you're invited,
and, of course, you give-in,
'cause, who can say no
to free food and beer?
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