Hell No Songtext / Lyric

They talk way too much

Spin music way too little

And what they usually play

Ain't really all that great

What's up DJ

Seems all you play

Each and every day

When I turn it on

It's the same 'ole 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, makes 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 spinnin wheels

That he had to steel

It's the boomiest

It's the bassiest

And those baggy pants are weird



He's a product

Of the snoop-dog generation

Ive never seen a white boy

Use so much activative

Well my ears are shot

Cause I bet he's got

100, 000 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. drai

As he flips a bird at me and I yell



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 like I'm livin in Rap City

It's way too loud for this here hillbilly



Yeah, yeah,

Am I tired of doin these parodies

Of Toby, Kenny, Montgomery Gentry

Hell, Hell, Hell noooooooo



(Breakdown)

Hell no

Turn it off

Come on

Hell no

Sounds bad

Who sings that song!

Back to back

They play it all day long

Somethins wrong here in Music City

Everything it sounds so shhhh



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



Mr. Judd, do you realize you're being charged for taking a perfectly good song and trashing it and demoralizing it for your own devious plaesure and possible financial reward? Do you understand these charges brought against you, sir?



Well hell no!