An elderly widow cannot sleep. The door-rattling music Is loud and deep. The lawlessness of the noisemakers Would make you weep In Farm Road, in Farm Road.
The windows hum to the music they play. There is a perpetual party Both night and day. The nearest Police station Is only a stone's throw away In Farm Road, in Farm Road.
Whether on peter Street or Windsor Lane The loud music is a nuisance And a constant pain. The monotonous boom boom Often spawns a migraine In Farm Road, in Farm Road.
It does not make sense to call the law. Lawbreakers are not afraid of them. It seems like the Police are under their paw. After the Police leave They squawk and hee haw In Farm Road, in Farm Road.
Before long music will infiltrate the school. Students enjoy rap and reggae; They think such music is cool. But it is used as a weapon Instead of a tool In Farm Road, in Farm Road.
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