Wreck You by Patrick Kratzer copyright 2008

welcome to the show
everybody make some noise until the cops come
ready, set, let's go
little girls and little boys better stay on home tonight

'cause there's bound to be some trouble
if you know what I mean
watch the skies above you
there's a storm rollin' in

'cause I, walk hard, play loud
somebody's gotta rock this crowd
and it's my house you're in
you're lucky that I let you in, so
stand up, sit down
turn around I'm gonna bring you down
I'm gonna wreck you
whoa, whoa, whoa

went on down to memphis for a party in the street
I was dancing to the music, had a rhythm in my feet
well when, some drunk son of a gun got up in my face
he was holdin' on my woman, had his arm around her waist

and I said, there's gonna be some trouble
hey, buddy, you've been warned
you're messin' with the bull, now
here comes the horns

'cause I, walk hard, play loud
I'm sure as hell gonna knock you out
'cause it's my house you're in
and you're lucky that I let you in, so
stand up, sit down
turn around I'm gonna bring you down
I'm gonna wreck you
whoa, whoa, whoa

now I don't want no trouble
if you know what I mean
tell me, how you feelin'
are you feelin' anything
are you feelin' anything

well I, walk hard, play loud
somebody's gotta rock this crowd
and it's my house you're in
you're lucky that I let you in, so
stand up, sit down
turn around I'm gonna bring you down, I said
stand up, sit down
turn around I'm gonna bring you down
stand up, sit down
turn around I'm gonna bring you down
I'm gonna wreck you, yeea, oohh
I said I'm gonna wreck you
turn around I'll bring you down
mess around and I'll bring you down
I'm gonna wreck you
whoa, whoa, whoa