For Those Of Y'all Who Wear Fanny Packs Lyrics - Ben Folds Five

Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn 

Fuckin' 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 L.A. 

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 

Yo, shouts out to my main manager man 

Al Wolmark known as A.K.A. you're a bad motherfucker 

C.E.C. bring in the bass, y'all 

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 

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 fucking 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 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 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 hat work bring it 

I'm gonna bring that shit in, I wanna taste it, man right now 

Yo, this sound goes out to my main man 

At the point in Atlanta, wassup 

Gimme my fuckin' 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 motherfucker out with a piano solo 

Goddamn, uh, uh goddamn 

Alright, turn that shit out 

I hope you taped that, that's our next single 

Oh, they've left, they gave up 

These guys are fucking idiots 

That sucked