Turn It Up (Thompson Josh)

That son of a boss can't boss us around no more We're all clocked out and clocked back in to life Let's take these measly paychecks we've been working for And turn 'em into beer, hell, it's all downhill from here Turn up the music, turn up the band Turn up the cold one there in your hand Turn up the feelgood, turn up the crazy Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights Let all your problems go for tonight Turn on the don't-give-a-you-know-what And turn it up Yeah, no time to waste, we'll own this place til closin' time Have a few too many two-for-ones Might be headed for a headache in the morning,, but we'll be fine And tomorrow, we'll lift the fog with a little hair of the dog Turn up the music, turn up the band Turn up the cold one there in your hand Turn up the feelgood, turn up the crazy Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights Let all your problems go for tonight Turn on the don't-give-a-you-know-what And turn it up Turn up the music, turn up the band Turn up the cold one there in your hand Turn up the feelgood, turn up the crazy Turn a little lovin' loose on me, baby Turn up the hell yeah, turn out the lights Let all your problems go for tonight Turn on the don't-give-a-you-know-what And turn it up Yeah, turn on the don't-give-a-you know-what And turn it up Yeah, turn it up