To the tune of Little Town of Bethleham
Oh little flat on Baker Street
I wish we'd see thee lie
Breaking peace we neighbors keep
You shoot your gun tonight
Now in the dark street lying
The once bright shining light
You give us fear with gunshots, dear
We sweep the glass tonight
Now on this block in London
We try to keep the peace
But ever since you two moved in
Our calm has seemed to cease
And when we hear the screaming
We all go run and hide
From you and your friend doctor
We keep our kids inside