Hell No Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

They talk way too much 

Spend music way to little 

And what they usually play ain't really all that great 

What's up DJ? 

Seems all you play each and everyday 

When I turn it on 

It's the same old song 

Nobody wants to hear 

Well I'm a product of the Bocefus generation 

Now what they call country 

Really gets me aggravated 

Well it's a fact 

To many acts with a big contract 

Can't sing a note 

That song they wrote 

Ain't music to my ears 

I miss old Johnny Cash 

When I'm in the car these days 

'Cause when I turn on the radio 

It makes me, make me wanna say 

Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who sings that song? 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Bring back the days of Conway Twitty 

When singers were good 

And songs were country 

He's got a '64 plush lime green Impala 

He's got a big pimp daddy attitude 

He's got a gold tooth grill 

And some spinning wheels 

That he had to steal 

It's the boomiest 

It's the bassiest 

And those baggy pants are weird 

He's a product of the Snoop Dog generation 

I've never seen a white boy 

You've so much activate him 

Well my ears are shot 

'Cause I bet he's got a hundred thousand watts 

And a dozen amps 

'Cause it breaks my lamps 

Each time he drives by here 

I shout out from the house 

Keep it down I'm tryin' to sleep 

Then he pops in Dr. Dre 

As he flips a bird at me 

Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who the heck sings that song? 

The kid next door 

He plays it all night long 

Feels just like I'm livin' in rap city 

It's way to loud for this here hillbilly 

Yeah, yeah 

Am I tired of doin' these parodies 

Of Toby, Kenny, Montgomery, Gentry? 

Hell, hell, hell no 

Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who sings that song? 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Somethin's wrong here in Music city 

Everything it sounds so shh 

Hell no 

Turn it off 

Come on 

Hell no 

Sounds bad 

Who the heck sings that song? 

Back to back 

They play it all day long 

Bring back the days of Conway Twitty 

When singers were good 

And songs were country 

You got that right