Hit me   Come on   Alright   Do 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