Ben Folds Bitches Ain’t Shit

Bitches ain’t shit, bitches ain’t shit

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks

Lick on these nuts and suck the dick

Lets get the fuck out after you’re done

And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright

We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night

Tighter than a mutharfuckin’ gangsta beats

And we was ballin’ on the muthafuckin’ Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on

Number one song after number one song

Long as my muthafuckin’ pockets was fat

I didn’t give a fuck where the bitch was at

But she was hangin’ with a white bitch doin’ the shit she do

Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two

And the ends that she got meant nothin’

Now she’s suing cuz the shit she be doin’ ain’t shit

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

She found herself short

Now she’s takin’ me to court

That’s some real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May

Used to be up in them guts like everyday

The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung

I was in love like a muthafucka lickin’ the protung

The homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good

But I’m the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood

So I figure niggas wouldn’t trip with mine

Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I’m back in the muthafuckin’ county jail

Six months on my chest, now it’s time to bail

I get’s released on a hot sunny day

My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre

Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news

Your girl was trickin’ while you was draped in your county blues

I ain’t been out a second

Now I already gotta do

Some muthafuckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block

See my girl’s house, Dre, pass the glock

Kick in the door, I look on the floor

It’s my little cousin Daz and he’s fuckin’ my hoe

I uncocked my shit…

I’m heart-broke but I’m still locked

Man, fuck that bitch!

…3,…4,…

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks

Lick on these nuts and suck the dick

Gets the fuck out after you’re done

And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright

We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night

Tighter than a mutharfuckin’ gangsta beats

And we was ballin’ on the muthafuckin’ Compton streets

Peep that shit got deep and it was on

Number one song after number one song

Long as my muthafuckin’ pockets was fat

I didn’t give a fuck where the bitch was at

But she was hangin’ with a white bitch doin’ the shit she do

Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two

And the ends that she got meant nothin’

Now she’s suing cuz the shit she be doin’ ain’t shit

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

She found herself short

So now she’s takin’ me to court

That’s some real conversation for your ass

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

Bitches can’t hang with the streets

Ben Folds Bruised

(we’re rolling)

(1, 2, 1 2)

(sorry, 1 2 3 4)

Oh no

Your love just leaves you bruised

If you want to know

You find something to lose

The world won’t turn until something breaks

Who will make the first last mistake

You say good things come to those who

Wait

Into the spiral

Your world and my world

It’s never final

Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you’d be there

A box of candy

Smoke in your hair

And I didn’t know

I didn’t care

But now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Ba ba ba ba

Love just leaves you bruised

Oh no

Did love just leave you screwed

You got to go slow

Cause love just leaves you bruised

Into the spiral

Your world and my world

It’s never final

Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you’d be there

A box of candy

Smoke in your hair

When I didn’t know

I didn’t care

But now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa

Ba ba ba ba

Love just leaves you bruised

And i’ve

Got the scars to prove it

I went because you said you were there

A box of candy

Smoke in your hair

Explain it to me

Again and again

Like I care

Ba ba ba ba baaaaa

Ba ba ba ba baaaaa

Like I care

Ba ba ba ba baaaaa

Ba ba ba ba baaaaa

Love just leaves you yeah

The world won’t turn until something breaks

Who will make the first last mistake

Good things come to those who wait

Well I can’t wait

I went because you said you’d be there

A box of candy

Smoke in your hair

I didn’t know

I didn’t care

Now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa [repeat]

(extened version

Thats alright

How did that sound?)

(It was fucking great!)

Ben Folds Barrytown

I’m not one to look behind I know that times must change

But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange

And though you’re not my enemy

I like things like they used to be

And though you’d like some company

I’m standing by myself

Go play with someone else

I can see by what you carry that you came from Barrytown

Don’t believe I’m taken in by stories I have heard

I just read the Daily News and swear by every word

And don’t think that I’m out of line

For speaking out for what is mine

I’d like to see you do just fine

But look at what you wear

And the way you cut your hair

I can see by what you carry that you came from Barrytown

In the beginning we recall that the world was round

Barrytown people got to be from another world

Leave me or I’ll be just like the others you will meet

They won’t act as kindly if they see you on the street

And don’t you scream or make a shout

It’s nothing you can do about

It was there where you came out

It’s a special lack of grace

I can see it in your face

I can see by what you carry that you came from Barrytown

Ben Folds Break Up At Food Court

I tried to do it on Saturday

Say it all and be on my way

I’ve been sitting here staring at my fries

Didn’t have shit to say for an hour and a half

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh…

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh…

Yeah

Paul Abe Lincoln, good ol’ man

Washed face in a frying pan

And he flew out by my window with a

Stick in his saying “Hey… I’m Superman!”

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh…

Yeah

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh…

Yeah

Ben Folds All U Can Eat

Son, look at all the people in this restaurant

What do you think they weigh?

And out the window to the parking lot

At their SUV’s taking all the space

They give no fuck

They talk as loud as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there’s enough for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-Mart

Talk about some shit that’s been on my mind

Talk of the state of this great nation of ours

People look to your left

Yeah, look to your right

They give no fuck

They buy as much as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there’s enough for them

Son, look at the people lining up for plastic

Wouldn’t you like to see them in the National Geographic?

Squatting bare assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl

With a towel on their head, and maybe a bone in their nose

See that asshole with the peace sign on his license plate?

Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane

God made us number one because he loves us the best

Well he should go bless someone else for a while

Give us a rest

(They give no)

Yeah, and everyone can see

(They give no)

We’ve eaten all that we can eat

Ben Folds Capable Of Anything

What is this?

It doesn’t make much sense

They sing it like a pop song

“You’re capable of anything!”

And I’m sure they meant you could be president

Or you could just forgive me

But I stopped caring what you think about me

I gave up

We’re told we are capable of anything

But you don’t seem to think that you are

Capable of anything

Swung and missed

I put my heart in this mythical holy good guy

I want so bad to be

I was weak and wrong

And when I owned it all

It only made you righteous

Now you get to blame your life on me

So I stopped caring what you think about me

I gave up

We’re told we are capable of anything

But you don’t seem to think that you are

Capable of anything

You are capable of anything

But you don’t seem to think

That you could fly so low or sink so high

That you could ever love again or even try

That you could steal or cheat or kill or lie

But you might

Ben Folds Bastard

The old bastard left his ties and his suit

A brown box, mothballs and bowling shoes

and his opinion so you’d never have to choose

Pretty soon, you’ll be an old bastard too

You get smaller as the world gets big

The more you know you know you don’t know shit

“The Whiz Man” will never fit you like “The Whiz Kid” did

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

Close your eyes close your ears young man

You’ve seen and heard all an old man can

Spread the facts on the floor like a fan

throw away the ones that make you feel bad

Kids today gettin’ old too fast

they can’t wait to grow up so they can kiss some ass

They get nostalgic about the last ten years

before the last ten years have passed

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

Tears land on a hand on the chest

The old bastard had a paradigm arrest

He got smaller as the world got big

The more he knew he knew he didn’t know shit

“The Whiz Man” never fit him like “The Whiz Kid” did

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

So why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?

It’s OK if you don’t know everything

Ben Folds Because The Origami

Because the origami didn’t work

We gave you dancing lessons

Because the dancing lessons made you bored

We bought you a guitar

Because you said it made your fingers sore

We found you a pony

Because the pony broke your leg and ran away

We got you drums

But the drums annoyed our neighbours so

We gave you cooking lessons

And the cooking lessons made you fat

We bought you running shoes

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

We know it never was

About origami

Because you took the shoes and ran away

We gave them your description

Now we haven’t heard a thing in weeks

Because we don’t know where you are

We’re putting out this song

Because we think that you might hear

And know where you belong

So what did we do wrong?

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

Please come home we’ve

Left your room

Exactly

Exactly

And if you ever hear this song

Know we send our love

Take your origami skills

And make a paper dove

Send a message home

We promise not to teach you

We don’t care what you’ve done

We hope that this will reach you

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

We won’t ask you

Anything

We won’t be angry

Ben Folds Carrying Cathy

Her window was hung like a painting

She worried it might come to life

She stared for hours

So obsessed was I and self-absorbed that I

Didn’t see that she was

Crying

There was always someone carrying

There was always someone carrying

Always someone’s carrying Cathy

There were times when I’d find myself saying that:

“Friends, you don’t understand”

And she’s different when it’s just me and her, and I

Closed the door and I tried to hang on and she

Sank into the dark

I was over my head

There was always someone carrying

There was always someone carrying

Always someone’s carrying Cathy

We gave you everything

You could have been anything

We gave you everything

You could have done anything

But to imagine a fall

With no one at all to catch you

There’d always been someone

Then one night she climbed into the picture frame

Out in the frozen air

And out of sight

Woke up sad from this dream I’ve been having

The last couple nights or so

With her father and brothers we’re all at the funeral

Carrying a box through the rain

Then somebody says that it’s always been this way

Always someone’s carrying

There was always someone carrying

Always someone’s carrying Cathy

Ben Folds Amelia Bright

Hey…

Something, it’s new

It got into me

And I hope that it got into you

But wait like colors, like paint

A trumpets been played

And I hope that it’s got, hope that it got into you

There’s no doubt

Here lies Amelia Bright

In a red 50’s dress from a thrift shop nearby

I laid on my back and stared at the sky

With Amelia Bright

There’s clothes that aren’t put away

There’s me spread all over the floor

And I’m lost in one place

I’m stuck and I’m straight

And I hope that you feel the same too

And there’s no doubt

Here lies Amelia Bright

In a red 50’s dress from a thrift shop nearby

I laid on the grass and stared at the sky

With Amelia Bright

There’s no doubt,

There’s nothing to work out

You’re alone cuz you’re always on you’re own

When you are, it makes me wanna argue

Blank expressionless clue

What got into you

With a necklace no shoes

A promise or two

And a life to rewrite and improve

There’s no doubt

Here lies Amelia Bright

In a red 50’s dress from a thrift shop nearby

I laid on my back and stared at the sky

With Amelia Bright