F-Track (Extended Mix)

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!