Lyrics

Turn it down, turn it down
It’s too loud, it’s to loud
I can’t stand it anymore, standing out here in the crowd.

“You’re too old, you’re too old.”
No I’m not, that’s not it.
When the back of the room is crowded and there’s no one in the pit
You’re too loud, turn it down, turn it down.

But Becky plays the drums really hard.

Turn it down, it’s too loud
It’s too loud, turn it down.
All the bartenders are wincing and they have to stick around.
It’s not fair, turn it down
Turn it down, it’s not fair
The door guy’s stamping hands while sticking napkins in his ears
Turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.

But Becky plays the drums really hard.

I just got this band new amp for Christmas from my mom and dad
How can I turn it down? Look at it. It’s really large.

My house mate’s here with his foreign friend Lars
They both claim they can’t hear the guitars.
How can I turn it down? My irritating house mate keep yelling, “Louder!”.

Turn it down...