drum The land trembles with dancing CHORUS: Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise
boys in the band If you buy us a round We won?t turn it down Come on people Give a hand To the boys in the band I'll give a hand To the boys in the
I've made my rounds on the right side of town. Met my fair share of millionaires. But all those uptown boys just seem to let me down: Diamonds and pearls
Well there are good guys and there are bad guys And there are crooks and criminals There are doctors and there are lawyers And there are folks like you
it's gracious of you to hold your arms throw your charms around me it's gracious of you to lead me by the hand I really love you it's gracious of you
wall The boys in the band all live in harmony The boys in the band all live in harmony The boys in the band all live in harmony The boys in the band
band (Only for the boys in the band) They scream and they shout (Twist and they scream and shout) For the boys in the band (Only for the boys in the band
want to know Hey, punk, get off my case and go No one can fix more than these boys No one can kick more than these boys The boys in the band You can
money) Ron browz verse catch me in da coop that cost a hundred thous, hakala shikmina lady ron browz my money make noise yours quite as a mouse send
Loosen up, shout it out, everybody in the house Stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on, kick it with the band We're all about tradition, we don't mind
Bells start ringin? as they fill up the jar Local boys are rowdy and they?re startin? to howl Belly shots are firin?, man, it burns going down Me and the band
where I never looked back If ever I need something to be lead on, wait for the noise and then I'll take your hand and I'll count off the band with the
Well, he was the Sax Man from the state of Tennessee First set in with the band at the ripe old age of three, weeks old And when he blew into that horn
Warlocks in Wonderland I've gotta megatropolis in my hand And a subterranean marching band Makin' noise for the boys in the Vatican And a A little package
ready to burn Looking hot, what we've got, we've had to earn (Oh Yeah) Guitar strapped on my back, sugar-pop in hand We're all obsessing about the rock n' roll band
who used to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down Must
off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To describe The noises
few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career, typical manure Movin' past that Mr. 'Kiss his ass crack' He?s a class act, rubber band
