You Boyz Make Big Noise - Slade

Hey mister man with a guitar in your hand

You’re a rubber legged looney in a scruff-bag band

Hey there my man get that piggy off your back

Well a decent sort of chap wouldn’t talk a load of c-rap

You with the mouth, your headin' on collision

Got to try to use your 20−20 vision

Hey mister clean your shirt is white as snow

Do you want to wreck a record on your DJ show

Well the wind don’t blow, mama don’t know

Say you got a lot to say

I know that you big boyz make a big noize

Nobody get in the way

A wee drop of rocket fuel gets you in the guts

It’s better that the nutter who nuts you in the nuts

One piece of drastic plastic is a hit

Then a master ghetto blaster drops you in the head

Well the wind don’t blow, mama don’t know — Say you got a lot to say

I know that you big boyz make a big noize — Nobody get in the way

Hello sailor do you wanna buy it It ain’t my cup of tea don’t knock before you try it Dirty shirts can smell really mean

Gleamo washes not only white, not only bright, but clean

Mister man do you really wanna rock it Funny money burns a hole in your pocket

Lady danger lookin' good as ever

Can’t afford her on the never never

Well the wind don’t blow, mama don’t know

Say you got a lot to say

I know that you big boyz make a big noize

Nobody get in the way

Well the wind don’t blow, mama don’t know — Say you got a lot to say

I know that you big boyz make a big noize — Nobody get in the way

Here come the boyz who make a lot of row

Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama weer all crazee now