("Turn it off")

Big wigs keep it turning
Carried over kooky FM
Stinkin' song about the Southland
Don't miss Alabamy once again
And I cringe it's pickin'…yes

When I heard listening young; just a ballad
Then I heard old people mull it's sound
Well, I hope the shlubs don't re-member
Another band; don't need them around, anyhow

"Sweet Home Alabama"
Why the dials are so blue
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Lord, it's coming out wazoo

In Colonel's ads, they love to lunch ya' (Foo-foo-food)
Now, we all bit what we could chew
Now, poultry taste does not bother me
Does no conscience bother you? Sell the food

"Sweet Home Alabama"
Why the dials are so blue
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Lord, it's coming out wazoo
Hear it come; "Alabama"

(Why, why, why…"Alabama")
(Why, why, why…"Alabama")
(Why, why, why…"Alabama")
(Why, why, why…"Alabama")

Now, fossiled prose has got me bonkers
And they've been known to pen a song or two
Lord, they get me bored so much
It ticks me off when time hearing tune; nine-thousand-two

"Sweet Home Alabama"
Why the dials are so blue
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Lord, it's coming out wazoo

"Sweet Home Alabama" (No "Sweet Home")
Why the dials are so blue (And the numbers grew)
"Sweet Home Alabama" (Lordy)
Lord, it's coming out wazoo

(Yeh, yeh…)
(Why song drudgery's not the answer)