The hands have been well-used
 To turn it on or turn it up
 Maybe someone can turn it off
 When it gets too late
 And the heat is tauntious
 The air is on fire
 And the hands have become clawsious
 So rock out
 Rock out
 Rock out
 Rock out
 And all the kids fell out and wrote a story
 They should sell it to the magazines
 They all turn out to be crazy
 In the middle of the night
 The dogs will bark
 And the wheels of the wagon
 Turn off and turn out
 In your hair I can see the topical solution
 And no one can shut up for a minute