Let's go. You saw your old man went and caught you with a degenerate bomb And you stood there cracking on your cinnamon gum And your ma was knocking at your sister's brain And you couldn't help thinking what you had to gain Just then that freak walked in the door and knocked me to the floor You said, man, you want some kind of tribute? He said, don't you need a little Turn it down, just turn it down I can't take no more of that gobble sound So God said, turn it down Come on, turn it up Now the suspicious minds of your learned friends Will eat away at your kind till the music ends And the creep that taught you everything you know Will hypocritically ask you what the hell you know He'll go out and mess around and go home without a sound You said, hey man, you some kind of monk? He said, listen here you punk Turn it down, just turn it down I can't take no more of that gobble sound So for God's sake, turn it down Huh? There's something in my ear, man You know what I'm talking about Turn it down, just turn it down Turn it down, come on, come on Turn it down, turn it down Yeah, turn it down I can't take no more of that gobble sound So for God's sake, turn it down Uh Whoo! We want to sing! We want to sing! We want to sing!