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Ben Folds Five Naked Baby Photos For Those Of Y'all Who Wear Fanny Packs [note: i've listened real hard and Done my research on references, but the fact remains. . . Parts of this transcription are pretty much shots in the dark.] (. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn! That's ok, i can play with one hand, see? It sounds good!) 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 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 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! Ah ha ha ha. . . Yo, this sound goes out to my main man At the point in atlanta Wassup, g? 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 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 fucking idiots! That sucked. . .) |
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