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What's this, I can't tell The kind of music that makes me mad I don't want it, not this I can't stand it, get it off my deck I don't need this sound I don't like it playing in my car I can't drive with this It's not gonna take me very far Tuned down, turned up Flashed out on a Marshall stack I survived on stuff like that Fast songs, fast life Fast women never slowed me down Boy bands, girl bands Mass creation for a tired land Tuned down, turned up Flashed out on a Marshall stack I survived on stuff like that The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand They don't understand the blues Letras de canciones Beat bop, hip hop, r 'n'n b and all that jazz Fake world, take mine Those who haven't, and those who have Tuned down, turned up Flashed out on a Marshall stack I survived on stuff like that The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand They don't understand the blues The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand The kids of today they don't understand They don't understand the blues They don't understand From Letras Mania