[Intro]
One, two, three, let that diesel breathe...

[Verse]
F-550 hummin' like a bass drum in the garage
Vibrations shakin' down the street, a diesel-powered barrage
Jamie's cherry-bomb muffler starts wailin' in the night
A red Sunfire alarm clock, screamin' into the light

[Chorus]
It's a noise complaint, but it's music to my ears
The rumble of the concrete truck, the sound of all my years
When the cop shows up, he don't know what to say
He asks about a crack instead of takin' me away

[Verse]
That blue uniform walks up, says "I got a call about the sound"
I said "Officer, I'm just layin' down a track that's underground"
He squints and says "Ain't you the guy who fixed up Banning Street?"
I said "Yeah, I'm The Slab, I poured that place complete"

[Chorus]
It's a noise complaint, but it's music to my ears
The rumble of the concrete truck, the sound of all my years
When the cop shows up, he don't know what to say
He asks about a crack instead of takin' me away

[Bridge]
He says "My basement's got a crack that's runnin' up the wall"
I said "That's frost heave, son, you gotta dig below the fall
You need a proper footing, down to solid rock and stone
Let me write down Maier's number, call 'em on the phone"

[Outro]
He left with a smile, said "Keep the volume down, alright?"
I fired up the F-550, let it sing into the night
A little noise complaint, a little concrete consultation
That's how you make a record in the true foundation nation