paroles de chanson For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs - Ben Folds Five

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. Woah!

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:
Wussup boy? Wussup 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".

They all said it.
Mmm-hmm.
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 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, 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 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.

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 wanna 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!