# What's Up Neighbour? — Lyrics (Version 3: Porch Light)

**Artist:** Beaddy West
**Track:** What's Up Neighbour? (V3 — the tender late-night version)
**Length target:** 3:00–3:30

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TITLE: What's Up Neighbour? (Porch Light)
ARTIST: Beaddy West

[INTRO — crickets, distant karaoke fading, one porch light hum, ~10 bars]
(What's up… neighbour…)
(Everybody gone in… just the lights on the street…)

[HOOK — half-sung, soft]
What's up, neighbour? (the porch light's still on)
I'd be lyin' if I said I want you gone
Curtains closed but the block hum a song —
what's up, neighbour… I'm glad you're still 'round, c'mon.
(What's up, neighbour… what's up, neighbour…)

[VERSE 1 — Beaddy West]
It's quiet now. The grills gone cold, the trays gone home,
Ree-Cardo's clipboard sleepin', the cul-de-sac alone.
And I sit on the step with a plate auntie packed,
realize all this noise is the thing I'd miss in fact.
Ree-Cardo's gonna fine me again, I already know,
but his light come on at six when I'm scrapin' off snow.
He'd never SAY he likes me — that's not how he's built,
he just shows up with a shovel and a permanent guilt-trip, tilt.
That's love in a dialect I had to learn to read,
loud man, soft heart, plantin' a neighbor's seed.

[HOOK — soft]
What's up, neighbour? (the porch light's still on)
I'd be lyin' if I said I want you gone
Curtains closed but the block hum a song —
what's up, neighbour… I'm glad you're still 'round, c'mon.

[VERSE 2 — Beaddy West]
And Sultry Lady — number twenty-two — her light just clicked,
she caught me bein' a fool but somehow I ain't evicted from her wave.
Maybe the raccoon night wasn't the end, just a scene,
maybe she likes a man who chase chaos in between.
I'm-a knock with that casserole, gonna own the whole bit,
"I'm a disaster, but I'm a WARM one — let's split it."
And the Pamily light — that one never goes dark,
lola fall asleep to the TV, dog asleep in the yard.
They taught the whole block what "come, eat" really mean:
you ain't a stranger if you hungry, that's the family scene.

[BRIDGE — almost whispered]
We don't pick our neighbours. That's the beautiful part.
Random doors on a random street, and somehow — a heart.
A loud one, a sultry one, a lola with a mic,
a fool with a raccoon and a casserole tonight.
Puck the petty stuff. I'm keepin' every one.
Leave your porch light on — I'll leave on mine, hun.

[HOOK — full, warm, the block hums under]
What's up, neighbour? (every porch light on)
We're a mess of a family but the mess is where I belong
Bins still crooked, but the block sing along —
what's up, neighbour… I'm home when you're 'round, c'mon.
(What's up, neighbour… what's up, neighbour…)

[OUTRO — porch light hum, one last karaoke note far away]
(Night, Ree-Cardo… night, Sultry… night, auntie…)
What's up, neighbour…
(…thanks for the plate.)
…leave the light on.
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