What’s this, I can’t tell   The kind of music that makes me mad   I don’t want it, not this   I can’t stand it, get it off my deck   I don’t need this sound   I don’t like it playing in my car   I can’t drive with this   It’s not gonna take me very far      Tuned down, turned up   Flashed out on a Marshall stack   I survived on stuff like that      Fast songs, fast life   Fast women never slowed me down   Boy bands, girl bands   Mass creation for a tired land      Tuned down, turned up   Flashed out on a Marshall stack   I survived on stuff like that      The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   They don’t understand the blues      Beat bop, hip hop, r ‘n’n b and all that jazz   Fake world, take mine   Those who haven’t, and those who have      Tuned down, turned up   Flashed out on a Marshall stack   I survived on stuff like that      The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   They don’t understand the blues      The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   The kids of today they don’t understand   They don’t understand the blues      They don’t understand