They talk way too much 

Spend music way to little 

And what they usually play 

Aint really all that great 

Whats up DJ 

Seems all you play 

Each and every day 

When I turn it on 

It's the same ‘ole song 

Nobody wants to hear 



Well I'm a product of 

The bocefus generation 

Now what they call country 

Really gets me aggravated 

Well it's a fact 

To many acts 

With a big contract 

Can't sing a not 

That song they wrote 

Aint music to my ears 



I miss old Johnny cash 

When I'm in the car these days 

Cause when I turn on the radio 

It makes me, make me wanna say 



Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who sings that song! 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Bring back the days of Conway twitty 

When singers were good 

And songs were country 



He's got a '64 

Plush lime green impala 

He's got a big pimp daddy attitude 

He's got a gold tooth grill 

And some spinnin wheels 

That he had to steel 

It's the boomiest 

It's the bassiest 

And those baggy pants are weird 



He's a product 

Of the snoop-dog generation 

Ive never seen a white boy 

You've so much activate him 

Well my ears are shot 

Cause I bet he's got 

100,000 watts 

And a dozen amps 

Cause it breaks my lamps 

Each time he drives by here 



I shout out from the house 

“Keep it down I'm tryin to sleep!” 

Then he pops in dr. drai 

As he flips a bird at me 



Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who the heck sings that song! 

The kid next door 

He plays it all night long 

Feels like im livin in Rap City 

It's way to loud for this here hillbilly 



Yeah, yeah, 

Am I tired of doin these parodies 

Of Toby, Kenny, Montgomery gentry 

Hell, Hell, Hell noooooooo 



(Breakdown) 

Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who sings that song! 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Somethins wrong here in Music City 

Everything it sounds so shhhh 



Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who the heck sings that song! 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Bring back the days of Conway twitty 

When singers were good 

And songs were country