The street is alive
With the pound of music
From woofers in trunks
Of cars cruising by

How safe can they drive
With such pounding music?
My house might explode
It's vibrating high...

My fist wants to punch
Out the lights of those dense
And dumb inconsiderate turds..
My foot wants to kick hard and fast
Fat behinds of such nerds..

They're spending a "Thou" or more, I know
On these car stereos
If anything's left of each pay,
It just goes for low butt showing clothes..

I'm off to the hills,
For some peace and quiet
I can't take no more
Of this booming roar..

My ears need a rest
From the pound of music
Ahh, sleep comes, once more

Ahh, sleep comes, once more