When i listen good things,
i would like to jump in rhythm,
i don't care about neighbors,
i play radio even stronger.
House council is hunting me,
all of them hate me from the bottom of soul,
they say that it's enough yelling
and crashing walls for them.
And i play even more stronger,
of course so they can hear
and they untwist my fuses
and turn off my power.
But they have more problems
how to fight with me,
there's no medicine against me
'cause i have transistors.
Neighbors will beat me
because of too loud rock'n'roll,
they say something about my family,
they say me to go to hell.