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Ben Folds Five lyrics
Ben Folds Five lyrics
"For Those Of Ya'll Who Wear Fanny Packs Lyrics"
Shopworn Lyrics
Shopworn and aged what's left of a man Will never be useless cause he's part of God's plan Did you ever think of life as just a shop along the street And yourself as a product displayed in easy reach You laid there for some quite some time now and pondered at your fate Then you begin to wonder if you'd hit the mark
Shopworn and aged what's left of a man Will never be useless cause he's part of God's plan Did you ever think of life as just a shop along the street And yourself as a product displayed in easy reach You laid there for some quite some time now and pondered at your fate Then you begin to wonder if you'd hit the mark
(. . .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
Is That You? Lyrics
Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I
and your mother have seen things happenViolent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I
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
Real Tears Lyrics
Now you know Now you know How it feels To be down yourself And you know What it is To be sad No holding back One last time One last time Has come and gone There's no turning back Take one good Look and go Time will change The world you know Real tears You'll cryhat 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. . .)
Now you know Now you know How it feels To be down yourself And you know What it is To be sad No holding back One last time One last time Has come and gone There's no turning back Take one good Look and go Time will change The world you know Real tears You'll cry
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. . .)