The F Track

Geezer, first of all it gives me a fuckin' headache
When idiots like you come knockin' on my fuckin' door
Tellin' me to turn my fuckin' noise down
This ain't noise, mate, this is fuckin' Showtek

My favourite fucking music (oh no, it's Showtek again)
And secondly that daughter of yours, who's very hot
Just happens to be comin' out with me for the weekend...
So fuck you!

So it's that same old shit again
If it ain't my neighbours complainin' about my kickin' bass
It's the fuckin' media tellin' me my music is attractin' the worst kinds
Highlightin' the drug use and aggressive sounds

These cunts just don't know nothing about clubbin' the late-night raves
So let me tell you this, motherfuckers
Not everybody listens to Mr. Williams (let me...)
When my generation parties, we do it 25,000 strong

So people can say what they want, but this is all real
And you know this is true
So just let me listen to my music
And fuck you!

You know what, I'm sick of all the haters
Always havin' a reason to complain about this music
And the way I live my fuckin' life
I can't believe these suck-ups from the authorities
Tellin' me that my nightlife is to be cut short

Closing clubs at three, instead of five, six and seven
Not even considering my afterparty on a Sunday fuckin' mornin'
Ha, I'm gonna get mashed up before the sun goes down
I'm gonna get drunk too quick in the pub
And I'm gonna pop pills in the lines to the club

Don't try to fuckin' understand me, just let me escape from reality
Ain't nobody tellin' me what to do or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music
So fuck you!

So fuck you!

So fuck you!

So fuck you!