Artist/Band:
Ben Folds Five
Lyrics for Song: For Those of Ya'll Who Wear Fanny Packs
Lyrics for Album: Naked Baby Photos
(. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!
ThatÂ’s ok, I can play with one hand, see?
It sounds good!)
Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn
F**kin goddamn
Goddamn- woah!
Oh goddamn
Shitchya itÂ’s cool
Play it on the radio
Come here one time
Wassup yÂ’all
I got this funky groove goinÂ’ on
I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in la
Wassup boy? wassup yÂ’all, come on
Yo, this goes out to my homeboy trey
Going out in chapel hill
Yeah shouts out to a.k.a. known as roadie killer
New york city, mm hmm
Yo, shouts out to my main manager man
Al wolmark known as a.k.a. youÂ’re a bad motherf**ker
C.e.c.
Bring in the bass, yÂ’all!
Yeah, and I thought thatÂ’s how you felt about the motherf**ker
Yeah, I thought thatÂ’s how you felt
Yeah, sledge, bring in the bass!
For those of yÂ’all who wear fannie packs, come on
For those of yÂ’all that wear fannie packs, come on
For those of yÂ’all that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come
on
For those of yÂ’all that wear fannie packs (and got the pony
tails) come f**king on
Yeah, my boy sledge on the bass in your face
My boy ben on the piano coming in, let him in, let him in!
Yeah. . .
Let my boy ben in, alright, yeah
Hey d?
Hey d?
Yeah, wassup?
You gonna let me in d?
Wassup?
You gonna me in?
Yo let that piano solo in
Let me in, let me in!
Goddamn, yeah!
You and your mother have seen things happen
I donÂ’t mind singing and I donÂ’t mind rappinÂ’
I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit
I play the piano-
Goddamn thatÂ’s some funky shit!
Yeah, I said for those of yÂ’all who wear fannie packs
This songÂ’s coming out, itÂ’s coming attchya!
I wanna borrow an allen wrench!
I wanna borrow some duct tape!
I wanna borrow a mic cable!
Bass in your face!
Bass in your face
LetÂ’s break it break it break it down
WeÂ’re gonna break this shit down
Gimme some bass
ThatÂ’s pretty good
Bring this shit in!
Oh goddamn
Shitchya itÂ’s cool
Play that cymbal, man
Play that tasty, tasty high hat work
Yo, IÂ’m gonna bring that tasty high hat work
Bring it
IÂ’m gonna bring that shit in
I wanna taste it, man
Right now!
Ah ha ha ha. . .
Yo, this sound goes out to my main man
At the point in atlanta
Wassup, g? gimme my f**kinÂ’ monitor, man!
Ernie. .
IÂ’m sorry, I canÂ’t give you any more
Monitor than that
It wonÂ’t go any higher than that
Because the transistors the resistors
They wonÂ’t go any higher
Alright, yÂ’all
Take this motherf**ker out with a piano solo
Goddamn, uh!
Uh god-
Damn!
Alright, turn that shit out!
1-2-3-4. . .
(I hope you taped that-
ThatÂ’s our next single.
Oh, theyÂ’ve left.
They gave up. . .
These guys are f**king idiots!
That sucked. . .)
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