| It was a rock and roll wedding, | 
| Held down at a rock and roll shack, | 
| Well the groom wore boots and leather, | 
| Let me tell you that the bride she wore black, | 
| Electric guitars cranked up real loud and good, | 
| And the people next door said, | 
| «there goes the neighborhood» | 
| Black and white cars parked all the way around the block, | 
| They had the music, it was crakin, | 
| Man, I did not think it would stop, | 
| Rockin and rollin like everybody knows they should, | 
| And the people next door said, | 
| «there goes the neighborhood» | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood | 
| Well the preacher drove up in a harley all dressed in chrome, | 
| And the bride and groom said «welcome to our happy home», | 
| You know the vows were said and everybody kissed the bride, | 
| And the people next door were lookin for a place to hide | 
| Then the party really started and it lasted throughout the night, | 
| A lot of people got it right and the others just wanted to fight, | 
| Got as hot as the flames across a hot rod hood, | 
| And the people next door said, | 
| «there goes the neighborhood» | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Rockin and rollin like everybody knows they should | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Oh, no, there goes the neighborhood, | 
| Rockin and rollin like everybody knows they should |