I think I'm gonna have to move, people I gotta move out of my neighborhood Hey, I said I'm gonna have to move I gotta get out of my neighborhood Because you see The women they tell lies on me And the men they just don't mean me No doggone good Every time my telephone rings Some lady trying to play Some old funny game on me Every time my telephone rings Some lady trying to play Some old funny game on me And every time my front doorbell rings Some angry six foot man With a knife in his hand They say I'm in love with a woman That works down at the Chicken Shack They say Deacon Jones' wife Gave me a brand new Cadillac That's why I gotta move I gotta get out of my neighborhood I tell you the people They tell lies on me Hey, they just don't mean me No doggone good My landlady came by my apartment She came by just to make up my bed But it took her all night long Can you imagine what the neighbors said That's why I gotta move Hey, I gotta get out Of my neighborhood I tell you the people They tell lies on me Hey, they just don't mean me No doggone good Hey, I gotta move Hey, I gotta move I gotta move I gotta move Hey, the people, the people Don't like me here, people Oh you know they just don't mean me No doggone good Nobody loves me but my mother Sometimes I think She could be jiving, too Hey, nobody Nobody loves me but my mother And she could be jiving, too Now I think you know Why I act funny, baby Oh when you do the things you do