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ben folds five - for those of y'all who wear fanny packs lyrics

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oh godd-mn, i saw a godd-mn
f-ckin’ godd-mn, godd-mn, woah
oh godd-mn, sh-tchya it’s cool

play it on the radio
come here one time, w-ssup y’all
i got this funky groove goin’ on
i gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in l.a.

w-ssup boy? w-ssup 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

yo, shouts out to my main manager man
al wolmark known as a.k.a. you’re a bad motherf-cker
c.e.c. bring in the b-ss, y’all
yeah and i thought that’s how you felt about the motherf-cker
yeah i thought that’s how you felt
yeah sledge, bring in the b-ss

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-cking on

yeah, my boy, sledge on the b-ss 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, w-ssup?
you gonna let me in d? w-ssup?
you gonna me in? yo let that piano solo in
let me in, let me in, godd-mn, 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 sh-t
i play the piano, godd-mn that’s some funky sh-t

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 b-ss in your face

b-ss in your face, let’s break it, break it, break it down
we’re gonna break this sh-t down, gimme some b-ss
that’s pretty good bring this sh-t in
oh godd-mn, sh-tchya 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 sh-t in, i wanna taste it, man right now

yo, this sound goes out to my main man
at the point in atlanta, w-ssup
gimme my f-ckin’ 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-cker out with a piano solo
godd-mn, uh, uh godd-mn
alright, turn that sh-t out

i hope you taped that, that’s our next single
oh, they’ve left, they gave up
these guys are f-cking idiots
that sucked

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