[Verse 1] The calendar flipped to July again, I felt that feeling deep within. The lawn chairs came out, the coolers too, And I knew exactly what we're gonna do. The humans smile and point at the sky, Talking about rockets that are gonna fly. Meanwhile I'm plotting my escape route, 'Cause I know what this madness is all about. [Pre-Chorus] I survived the vacuum, I survived the mailman, I tolerated Uncle Rick and his political brand. But there's one annual tradition I just can't defend— [Chorus] It's Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week! Boom-bang-ka-pow every night I can't sleep! Everybody's cheering while I'm hiding by the sink, Wondering what possesses people to think That lighting money on fire is a fabulous treat, While I'm vibrating six inches off my feet. Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week— Signed, an old Shih-tzu at the end of his leash. Signed this old Shih-tzu, yeah my name's Rip-lee. [Verse 2] Back in my younger days I'd bark and complain, Challenge every explosion by name. Now I'm older, wiser, and partially deaf, But these fireworks still put my nerves to the test. Sid, the cat, acts cool like he doesn't care, But I caught him hiding underneath dad's chair. Chapman says nothing, my bro seems pretty smart, Honestly, Chappy might be doing his part. [Pre-Chorus] The neighbors bought enough fireworks to invade the moon, And for some reason they start at three in the afternoon. [Chorus] It's Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week! Boom-bang-ka-pow every night I can't sleep! Everybody's posting slow-motion videos online, While I'm negotiating peace treaties with my spine. The sky's exploding, my dignity's weak, I'm barking complaints at every human I meet. Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week— Signed, an old Shih-tzu at the end of his leash. [Bridge] I don't hate freedom, let's get that straight. I love freedom! Freedom's great! Freedom means treats and afternoon naps, And freedom from surprise explosions, perhaps? Maybe celebrate with burgers and pie, Maybe wave a flag and let the evening pass by. Maybe if the stars are already free, You could stop launching new ones directly at me. [Final Chorus] It's Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week! Boom-bang-ka-pow and I'm reaching my peak! I've got pillows, blankets, and a bathtub retreat, A carefully curated anti-firework suite. The humans are happy, and that's kind of sweet, But tomorrow I'm sleeping till at least three. Annual Blow-Up the Neighborhood Week— Love, an old Shih-tzu who's exhausted... and freaked... [Outro] Boom... bang... ka-pow... Can somebody turn America down? Boom... bang... ka-pow... Wake me up when Labor Day comes around.
