Turn It Up

That son of a boss can't boss us around no more

We're all clocked out and clocked back in to life

Let's take these measly paychecks we've been working for

And turn 'em into beer, hell, 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 feelgood, turn up the crazy

Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby

Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights

Let all your problems go for tonight

Turn on the don't-give-a-you-know-what

And turn it up

Yeah, no time to waste, we'll own this place til closin' time

Have a few too many two-for-ones

Might be headed for a headache in the morning,, 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 feelgood, turn up the crazy

Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby

Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights

Let all your problems go for tonight

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 feelgood, turn up the crazy

Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby

Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights

Let all your problems go for tonight

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, turn it up