For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs

For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs

Ben Folds Five

Step on your finger
Damn! See if I can play
They all said it.
Ugh!
They all said it.
Mmm.
They all said it.
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
Yah come on
For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs
Come on!
For those of why'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, comin' in
Let him in! Let him in
Yeah!
Let my boy Ben in. Alright
Yeah
Hey D! Hey D!
Yo, wassup?
Oh, goddamn
You gonna let me in D?
Wassup?
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 why'all with fannie packs:
Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya!
I want to borrow an Alan wrench
I want to borrow some duct tape
I want to 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
Aaaaaah
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 work
I'm gonna bring that shit in
I want to taste it, man
Right now!
Ha ha ha!
A ha ha ha!
Yeah
Ha ha ha!
Goddamn
A ha ha ha!
Yah, this song goes out to
My main-man at The Point in Atlanta
Wussup, 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 left
They gave up
"These guys are fucking idiots"
Ha ha ha!
That sucked!

Written by FOLDS/JESSEE/SLEDGE
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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