Kada slušam dobre stvari,meni se u ritmu skače,za komšije ko još mari,ja radio puštam jače.
Kućni savet me proganja,svi me mrze iz dna duše,kažu dosta im je dranjai zidovi da se ruše.
A ja puštam sve još jače,naravno i oni čujui odvrču osiguračei isključuju mi struju.
Al imaju još problemakako sa mnom da se bore,protiv mene leka nemajer ja imam tranzistore.
Komšije će da me bijuzbog preglasnog rock'n'rola,pominju mi familiju,teraju me dođavola.
When i listen good things,i would like to jump in rhythm,i don't care about neighbors,i play radio even stronger.
House council is hunting me,all of them hate me from the bottom of soul,they say that it's enough yellingand crashing walls for them.
And i play even more stronger,of course so they can hearand they untwist my fusesand turn off my power.
But they have more problemshow to fight with me,there's no medicine against me'cause i have transistors.
Neighbors will beat mebecause of too loud rock'n'roll,they say something about my family,they say me to go to hell.