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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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