Quit Hollerin' At Me - John Prine

I don’t want your big french fry, I don’t want your car

I don’t want to buy no soap from no washed-up movie star

You are so much louder than the show I wanna hear

With your sugarless gum, «gee, but I’m dumb» non-alcoholic beer

It’s enough to make a grown man blow up his own TV

Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me

I heard you the first time, I heard myself say

Seems like the little woman is getting bigger every day

You don’t have to tell the neighbors, a little silence ain’t no sin

They already think my name is «where in the hell you been?»

Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder constantly

Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me

Whoa oh whoa oh sweet serenity

Whoa oh whoa oh quit hollerin' at me

Quit hollerin' at me

Ain’t it great at the end of the day when there ain’t no sound around?

Just me and the fence post staring each other down

Nothing but a big bunch of nothing driving me insane

'Cause there ain’t no voice that’s louder than the one inside my brain

Hey you go on, go on and let me be

Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me

Whoa oh whoa oh sweet Serenity

Whoa oh whoa oh quit hollerin' at me

Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me

Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me