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1.So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum
And you stood there crackin' on your cinnamon gun
And your Ma was knockin' at your sister's brains
And you couldn't help thinkin' what she hoped to gain
Just then that freak walked in the door
Rf.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
2.Now the suspicious minds of your learned friends
Turn it down, just turn it down
Come on turn it down, I said turn it down
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
Solo.