It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?

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Ahh Mr. Rogers...did any of you kids ever wonder exactly where the land of make-believe is? How do you suppose all of us would fit into charley the trolley? Well, the obvious answer to these questions is one word: drugs. pot, heroine, exstacy...rogers knows them all too well. Thanks to his supplier, Mr. McPheeley, rogers has achieved a constant state of highness only achieved by the junky-elite. Just spend a day with good ol' rogers and you'll be in the land of make believe alright...hehehehe...damn, you won't know where the hell you are half the time.

Rogers is stoned again with one of his old drinkin buddies...wow, we here at the foundation sure are glad that we found rogers when we did!