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!