The F Track

Geezer, first of all it gives me a fuckin' headache
 When idiots like you come knockin' on my fuckin' door
 Tellin' me to turn my fuckin' noise down
 This ain't noise, mate, this is fuckin' Showtek
 My favourite fucking music (oh no, it's Showtek again)
 And secondly that daughter of yours, who's very hot
 Just happens to be comin' out with me for the weekend...
 So fuck you!
 So it's that same old shit again
 If it ain't my neighbours complainin' about my kickin' bass
 It's the fuckin' media tellin' me my music is attractin' the worst kinds
 Highlightin' the drug use and aggressive sounds
 These cunts just don't know nothing about clubbin' the late-night raves
 So let me tell you this, motherfuckers
 Not everybody listens to Mr. Williams (let me...)
 When my generation parties, we do it 25,000 strong
 So people can say what they want, but this is all real
 And you know this is true
 So just let me listen to my music
 And fuck you!
 You know what, I'm sick of all the haters
 Always havin' a reason to complain about this music
 And the way I live my fuckin' life
 I can't believe these suck-ups from the authorities
 Tellin' me that my nightlife is to be cut short
 Closing clubs at three, instead of five, six and seven
 Not even considering my afterparty on a Sunday fuckin' mornin'
 Ha, I'm gonna get mashed up before the sun goes down
 I'm gonna get drunk too quick in the pub
 And I'm gonna pop pills in the lines to the club
 Don't try to fuckin' understand me, just let me escape from reality
 Ain't nobody tellin' me what to do or what not to do
 This is my life, this is my music
 So fuck you!
 So fuck you!
 So fuck you!
 So fuck you!