Ben Folds Five - For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fanny Packs lyrics




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1.08

(. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!

That’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 it’s cool



Play it on the radio

Come here one time

Wassup y’all

I got this funky groove goin’ on

I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in la

Wassup boy? wassup y’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. you’re a bad motherf**ker

C.e.c.

Bring in the bass, y’all!

Yeah, and I thought that’s how you felt about the motherf**ker

Yeah, I thought that’s how you felt

Yeah, sledge, bring in the bass!



For those of y’all who wear fannie packs, come on

For those of y’all that wear fannie packs, come on

For those of y’all that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come

on

For those of y’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 don’t mind singing and I don’t mind rappin’

I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit

I play the piano-

Goddamn that’s some funky shit!



Yeah, I said for those of y’all who wear fannie packs

This song’s coming out, it’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

Let’s break it break it break it down

We’re gonna break this shit down

Gimme some bass

That’s pretty good

Bring this shit in!

Oh goddamn

Shitchya it’s cool



Play that cymbal, man

Play that tasty, tasty high hat work

Yo, I’m gonna bring that tasty high hat work

Bring it

I’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**kin’ monitor, man!

Ernie. .

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



Alright, y’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-

That’s our next single.

Oh, they’ve left.

They gave up. . .

These guys are f**king idiots!

That sucked. . .)

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