Hell No

They talk way too much
 Spin music way too little
 And what they usually play
 Ain't really all that great
 What's 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 note
 That song they wrote
 Ain't 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, makes 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
 Use so much activative
 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 and I yell
 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 I'm livin in Rap City
 It's way too 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
 You got that right
 Mr. Judd, do you realize you're being charged for taking a perfectly good song and trashing it and demoralizing it for your own devious plaesure and possible financial reward? Do you understand these charges brought against you, sir?
 Well hell no!