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The people downstairs are a sample Of cranks of the crankiest sort; They always complain that we trample And pound on the floor just for sport. They claim we are making a riot Which only police can dispell; They knock on the steam pipes for quiet, And kick to the landlord as well.

The people upstairs they are crude ones, The people upstairs they are brutes; Their manners are noisy and rude ones, They shake the whole house with their boots. They toss around trunks by the dozens, They tip over tables and chairs As they romp with their friends and their cousins— These clamorous people upstairs.

The people downstairs do not love us; Our ways they are prone to condemn. Yet if they were lodged up above us We'd probably kick about them. While those who at present are dwelling Above us, increasing our cares, About all our ways would be yelling If they were the people downstairs!