Done work Hot night Last thing that I needed was a fight Summertime I feel loose I crack another bottle of cactus juice The boys are comin’ over And it is lookin’ like they’re ready to jam I’m hopin’ we don’t have no trouble with my neighbor Sam
Turn it up a little louder Crank the speakers Grab a beer Turn it up a little louder We ain’t got nothin’ to fear Turn it up a little louder, yeah Until the cops get here
Midnight Oh no! The chickens just arrived We got a show No phone No food We’re tearin’ down the ceilin’ for kindlin’ wood The duke is in the kitchen Talkin’ ‘bout a chick that he boned Young William’s in the back room He wonderin’ why he’s all alone
Turn it up a little louder Put the speakers by the door Turn it up a little louder Get some wimmens on the floor Turn it up a little louder, yeah That’s what you’re neighbors are for
You said you don’t like my style They way I’m living is way too wild It’s only a party you’re welcome to come What’s the use of living if you can’t have fun Jumpin’ up and down on the TV at five a.m. The neighbors keep a knockin’ The volume’s tunned up way past ten Big Johnny by the pool sippin’ on a hurricane Carmine’s in the backroom He foolin’ with the Cuban again
Turn it up a little louder Put the speakers by the door Turn it up a little louder Get some wimmens on the floor Turn it up a little louder, yeah That’s what you’re neighbors are for
Turn it up a little louder Crank the speaker Grab a beer Turn it up a little louder We ain’t got nothin’ to fear Turn it up a little louder, yeah Hey man, the cops are here