Sound Man

[Verse 1] Okay, now let me take it back to this Friday, we had a show that night Step to sound-check, no one on site No one around yet, yeah, you know what it's like It's the renowned rep, when they're never on time And then five will mean seven, nine will mean eleven This ain't live. What, did it die and go to Heaven? About to throw it in, wanted to go home Then the sound man, looking like one of the Ramones Arrived, barely alive smelling like death In his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans tighter than Bec Cartwright He was just another bar flight rock pig Living for the moment, living for the rock gig Set the stage, two mics, two decks Check one, two, check, check, one, two, check! I reckon I need some volume We want everyone to hear, yeah the whole room, the whole room And yo Trigga, what the level on your decks like brother? Oh, yeah, now let's try cranking, I need more beat It's too low, man Get them out of their seat, quicker than Lindsay Lohan movies Move like I'm punching Bruce Lee (Haha, nah, man, don't you mean Jackie Chan?) (Oh, What? Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee?) Hey! What the fuck you trying to do with me, man? It's nothing new to me like I Love Lucy Man, I gotta shoot through, but it's sounding thin Before I go, can you give me one more thing? [Hook] Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving every track that we bump Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump [Verse 2] Oh, I arrive at the venue The ratio, ten dude to three girls on the menu Men who tend to wanna borrow my ears And have a conversation like I haven't seen 'em in years It kills me and I ain't trying to be rude But you're ruining the mood like the anorexic nude And the rumour was, the room was jam-packed 'Cause, I ransack my set like Mad Max But I stand back, 'cause next is Layla And she steps to the stage with the flavour extinct As a Saber-Tooth Tiger, but none live her The only thing that she might need, her mic up So, I'm right up, head to the sound desk Ask him to turn it up, where we had it at sound check Told me to sit down, let him do his job But this ain't Woodstock and this ain't no rock [Hook] Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving every track that we bump Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump [Interlude: Trials] Check, one, two, one, two Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage my man D-Rapht The Pale Rider, my Brother Grimm Make some noise! [Verse 3] Yeah, when I step to the stage I'm a different man Let me kiss your miss' hand, she'll go missing, man Listen and pay attention, no tension here Hanging on my every word, every sentence clear Then I hear you, I seem to be getting feedback Nah, not now, nah, I don't need that Sound man just had a rehab relapse Drinking on my rider, drinking all my free Jack Daniels And can you believe this clown? Now no one wants to jump like a ring rebounds And now I'm drowned out by the sound of the bass Wait, stop, kill it, nah wait, nah mate [Hook] Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving every track that we bump Turn it up sound man, turn it up Turn it up sound man, turn it up Keeping it moving from the back to the front Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump [Outro] "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up" "Turn it up, turn it up"