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Ben Folds Five

For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs

 

For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs

(album: Naked Baby Photos - 1998)


Step on your finger
Damn! See if I can play with one hand
See? Sounds good

Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn

Goddamn. Whoa!

Oh, goddamn
Fucking goddamn

Oh, goddamn
Oh, goddamn

Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn
Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn
Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn
Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn
Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn

Play it on the radio

Shit, yeah it's cool
Shit, yeah it's cool
Shit, yeah it's cool
Oh, goddamn

Come here one time, what's up y'all
I got this fucking rim going on out here
I'm gonna give a shout out
To my home boy out there in LA:
What's up boy? What's up yo? Come on

Oh, goddamn

Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre
Going on in Chapel Hill
Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer"

New York City
Mm-hmm
New York City
Ugh!
New York City
Mm
New York City
Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark
Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker"

CEC
CEC
CEC

Bring in the bass, ya'll!

Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt
About the motherfucker!
Yeah! I thought that's how you felt
Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah

For those of ya'll that wear Fannie packs
Yeah come on
For those of ya'll that wear Fannie packs
Come on!
For those of y'all that wear Fannie packs!
And ponytails!
Come on!
For those of ya'll that wear Fannie packs
And ponytails
I've got the fucking 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!
Yo, what's up?
Oh, goddamn
You gonna let me in D?
What's up?
You gonna let me in?
Yo, let that piano solo in
Let me in!
Let me in!
Goddamn!

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!
Yeah, ah

I been around the world
I've seen things happen
I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping
I could find another hundred ways to get my shit

Goddamn, that's so fucking shit!

Yeah, I said for those of y'all with Fannie packs:
Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya!

I wanna borrow an Alan wrench
I wanna borrow some duct tape
I wanna borrow a mic cable
Bass in your face!

Bass in your face
Ugh!
Bass in your face
Ugh!
Bass in your face
Ugh!
Ugh!
Yo G, see in

Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down
We're gonna break this shit on down
Gimme some bass

Ah
Ah that pretty good
Bring this shit in!

Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!

Shit, yeah it's cool
Shit, yeah it's cool
Shit, yeah it's cool
Yeah!
Shit, yeah it's cool
Shit, motherfuckers

Play that cymbal, man
Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work
Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high hat work
I'm gonna bring that shit in
I wanna taste it, man
Right now!

Ha ha ha!
A ha ha ha!
Yeah
Ha ha ha!
Goddamn
A ha ha ha!

Yeah, this song goes out to
My main-man at The Point in Atlanta
What's up, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man!
Bernie!

I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that
It won't go any higher than that because the transistors
The resistors, they won't go any higher!
Yo, yo eh!

Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out
With a piano solo
Goddamn, ugh!

Ugh, goddamn
Uh

Alright
Turn that shit out
1! 2! 3! 4!
Ugh!

Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that!
That's our next single
Oh, they've left
They gave up
"These guys are fucking idiots."
Ha ha ha!
That sucked!

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