Turn It Down

Turn It Down - Sweet

Hit me

Allright

Come on

Da ya here me

So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum

And you stood there crockin＇ on ya cinnamon gum

And your Ma was knockin＇ at your sister＇s brain

And you couldn＇t help thinkin＇ what she hoped to gain

Just then that freak walked in the door

And knocked me to the floor

You said hey man you＇re on some kind of trip

He said don＇t give me no lip

Just turn it down come on turn it down

I can＇t take no more of that God awful sound

So for God＇s sake turn it down

Now the suspicious minds of your learned friends

Will eat away at your kind ＇til the music ends

And the creep that taught you everything you know

Will hypocritically ask you what the hell you know

He＇ll go out and mess around then go home without a sound

You said hey man you＇re some kinda monk

He said listen here ya punk

Just turn it down come on turn it down

I can＇t take no more of that God awful sound

So for God＇s sake turn it down

Turn it down just turn it down

Come on turn it down I said turn it down

Come on come on turn it down just turn it down

I can＇t take no more of that God awful sound

So for God＇s sake turn it down