Kicking up a Racket

Kicking up a Racket - Stiff Little Fingers

Written by：Gordon Ogilvie/Henry Cluney

I sit and I don't make a sound

While I watch the speakers pound

And mum shouts up to turn it down

'Cos I'm waking up half the town

But I don't hear a word that's said

While the needles hit the red I'm just

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

I don't smoke and I don't drink

But like to see the max lights blink

They say that they can't sleep a wink

But I don't want to hear me think

Life's no fun and life is dull

Unless you turn the knobs up full I like

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

I know a shop that sells

All you need for decibels

As long as what they got ain't quiet

Spend every penny in trying to buy it

I like electric toys

I like making noise I love

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Don't care what mom don't allow

Gonna play it my way anyhow

Bashy tunes speak volumes

Gimme a row gimme a row gimme a row

Louder louder louder louder

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Here I stand and in my hand

This guitar is really the man

As long as I can go blam blam

Don't care if you can't hear the band

Don't care what who else does

Turn it up and feel the buzz hear me

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Attack attack attack attack attack attack attack attack it

It's a racket racket racket racket racket racket racket racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket

Kicking up a racket