That son of the boss can’t boss us around no more
We’re all clocked out and clocked back into life
Let’s take these measly paychecks we been workin’ for
And turn ‘em into beer, yeah, it’s all downhill from here
Turn up the music,Turn up the band
Turn up the cold one there in your hand
Turn up the feel good, turn up the crazy
Turn a little lovin lose on me baby
Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights
Let all your problems go for a night
Turn on the don’t give a you know what
And Turn It Up!
No time to waste what’s on this place til closing time
Had a few too many two for ones
Might be heading for a headache yeah but we’ll be fine
And tomorrow we’ll lift the fog with a little hair of the dog
Turn up the music,Turn up the band
Turn up the cold one there in your hand
Turn up the feel good, turn up the crazy
Turn a little lovin’ lose on me baby
Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights
Let all your problems go for a night
Turn on the don’t give a you know what
And Turn It Up!
Turn up the music,Turn up the band
Turn up the cold one there in your hand
Turn up the feel good, turn up the crazy
Turn a little lovin’ lose on me, baby
Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights
Let all your problems go for a night
Turn on the don’t give a you know what
And Turn It Up!
Yeah turn on the don’t give a you know what
And turn it up!
Yeah, and turn it up!
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