That son of a boss can't boss us around no more
We're all clocked in and clocked back into life
Let's take those weekly paychecks we been working for
And turn 'em into beer! Yeah it's all down hill from here
Turn up the music
Turn up the band
Turn up the cold one there in your hand
Turn up the feel good
Turn up the crazy
Turn a little lovin' loose on me baby
Turn up the hell yeah
Turn out the lights
Let all your problems go for the night
Turn on the don't give a you know what
And turn it up
No time to waste let's own this place til closing time
Have a few too many two-for-one's
Might be headed for a headache yeah but we'll be fine
And tomorrow e'll life the fog with a little hair of the dog