For Those of Y'all Who Wear Fannie Packs

Original Artist: Ben Folds, Jessee & Sledge

Step on your finger.
Damn.
It's okay I can play with one hand, See? Sounds good.

Oh God Damn I saw a god damn fucking god damn,
God damn, whoa.
Oh god damn.

Oh god damn,
Oh god damn,
Oh god damn,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool.

Play it on the radio,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool.

People one time, what's up?
Yo I got this funky rhythm going on that's got a shout out to my home boy up in LA.
What's up boy? What's up y'all? C'mon.
Oh god damn.
Yo, this goes out to my home boy Tré going out to Chapel Hill,
Yeh shouts out to a.k.a. known as Roadie Killa!

New York city, New York city.
New York city, New York city.

Yo shouts out to my main manager man Al Walmark, known as a.k.a. you party motherfucker.

C.E.C.
C.E.C.
C.E.C.
Bring in the bass y'all. (G)

Yeah!
And I thought that's how you felt about the motherfucker!
Yeah.
I thought that's how you felt,
Yeah Sled, bring in the bass.

Yeah!

For those of y'all that wear fannie packs,
Yeah come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs,
Come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs, (and ponytails)
Come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs, (and ponytails)
I've got the fucking on.

Yeh my boy Sledge on the bass in your face,
My boy Ben on the piano coming in, let him in! let him in!

Yeh! Let my boy Ben in. All right. Yeah.

Hey D. Hey D.
Yo Wassup?
Oh god damn,
You gonna let me in D?
What's up?
You gonna let me in?
Y'all let that piano solo in,
Let me in!!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Been round the world, I seen things happen,
I don't mind singin' and I don't mind rappin',
I keep finding that's the harder way to get my shit,
God damn that's some funky shit!

Yeh, I said, for those of y'all with fannie packs,
This songs comin' out, It's comin at ya.

I wanna borrow an Alan wrench!
I wanna borrow some duct tape!
I wanna borrow a mike cable!
Bass in your face!

Ugh, Bass in your face,
Ugh, Bass in your face,
Ugh, Bass in your face,
Ugh,
Yo G seenin',

Alright let's break it break it break it down,
We're gonna break this shit on down,
Gimme some bass!

Ooohhh. That's pretty good.

Bring that shit in,
Oh god damn,
Oh god damn,
Oh god damn,
Oh god damn.

Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Shit yeah that's cool,
Yeh. Shits yeah that's cool,
Shit motherfuckers.

Play that cymbal, play that tasty, tasty high hat work,
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!

Uuhhh!
Ha ha ha,
Uh ha ha ha,
Yeah!
Uh ha ha ha,
God damn!
Uh ha ha ha.

Yeah, this sound goes out to my main man at the point in Atlanta,
Wassup G?
Give me my fucking 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.
Yo yo Eddie.
Alright y'all, take the motherfucker out with a piano solo,
God damn. Ugh!

Ugh! God damn!

Alright,
Turn that shit out,
1. 2. 3. 4.
Ugh!

Ha ha ha,
I hope you taped that.
That's our next single.
Oh, they've left.
They gave up.
"These guys are fucking idiots."

Ahhh that sucked.