The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours
Their radio is louder than yours
They celebrate week-ends all the week
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks
And when their fun at last abates
They go to the bathroom on roller skates
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor