I gotta move, I gotta move

That's what I tell my landlord, "Landlord, I gotta move"

'Cause there's a man, lives right upstairs from me

Making a nightmare of some melody

This is a situation not likely to improve

He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the left hand

He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the right

Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

Plays piano all night

He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the bottom

He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the top

Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

Positively won't stop

I tried-a knock-a, knock-a, knocking on the ceiling

I tried-a knock-a, knock-a, knocking on the wall

He takes a breather, no, he doesn't either

Just when I figure that's all

He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the black keys

He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the white

Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

Plays piano all right but he plays piano all night

Instead of cooking himself a quiet kettle of tea up there

Or maybe getting himself a girl and taking her out somewhere

Instead of sitting around, reading the jokes

Washing his socks, writing his folks

Taking a pill, sleeping the night through

What does he do? What does he do?

He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble

Look at the whole building crumble

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, look at the wallpaper wrinkle

Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

He could give insomnia to Rip Van Winkle

With that rumble, rumble, rumble

I've got a good right to grumble

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

I'm gonna raise quite a stomping

When you rumble, tinkle

Please somebody break his lease

I tried to hammer, hammer, hammer on the steam pipe

I tried to holler, holler, holler down the hall

I've got a feeling, he'll come through the ceiling

Big foot, piano and all

He goes-a fumbling, fumbling, fumbling with his left hand

He goes-a grope, grope, groping with his right

Fumble and grope, fumble and grope

The fumbly fool fumbles 'till he gets it right

Then he plays piano all night