The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain

(This is country music) So turn turn it on, turn it it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Mash up, up, mash up, up, mash up up the place! Turn it it up loud to the top non-stop Place ah mash up up when mi tune dem drop Mi seh jump up up! Just jump up up! Whole place pack from the front to the back (Major Lazer) Mash up, up, mash up, up, mash up up the place

Hear me, I'm cryin' out, I'm ready now Turn Turn my world upside down, find me I'm lost inside the crowd, it's getting loud I need you to see, I'm screaming for you to please Can you hear me? Are you listening? Hear me, hear me, hear me

I think I'm still turning out You say I turned out fine I'm a little kid, and so are you Don't you go and grow up up before I do I'm a little kid with so much doubt Do you want to be there to see how I turn turn out? But I'm confused Am I ready for love? Or

Turns into "baby, can you pick me up up?" Hey, I'm downtown and I don't wanna go home Turns into tangled-up, on my couch with you Slipping your kisses right across my mouth And that turns into later on Later on, lights turned down 'Cause I can't turn turn you

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn turn off your phone,

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy She's a good girl, sky blue turquoise Fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit Big block, cruisin' up the blacktop Turnin' up a corn row, scarecrow, farm house, gravel road Comin' for a good girl,

It's everything we know You gotta be loud You gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass You gotta be cold Turn Turn it up, up, turn it it up now