| I sit and I don’t make a sound
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| While I watch the speakers pound
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| And mum shouts up to turn it down
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| Cos I’m waking up half the town
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| But I don’t hear a word that’s said
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| While the needles hit the red, I’m just
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Kicking up a racket
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| I don’t smoke and I don’t drink
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| But like to see the max lights blink
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| They say that they can’t sleep a wink
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| But I don’t want to hear me think
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| Life’s no fun and life is dull
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| Unless you turn the knobs up full, I like
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Kicking up a racket
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| I know a shop that sells
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| All you need for decibels
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| As long as what they got ain’t quiet
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| Spend every penny in trying to buy it
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| I like electric toys
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| I like making noise, I love
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Don’t care what mom don’t allow
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| Gonna play it my way anyhow
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| Bashy tunes speak volumes
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| Gimme a row, gimme a row, gimme a row
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| Louder louder louder louder
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Here I stand and in my hand
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| This guitar is really the man
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| As long as I can go Blam blam
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| Don’t care if you can’t hear the band
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| Don’t care what who else does
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| Turn it up and feel the buzz, hear me
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Kicking up a racket
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| Attack attack attack it
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| It’s a racket racket racket
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| Kicking up a racket |