Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from outer space
Takes a day
Now I see the Bogans
At the motor race
Here you know the world could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Going where the air is clear
There

Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life
I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight

I pull him in, he wasn't breathin'
His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there
There's an ugly buzz that

Some Summers in the Evening
After Six Or So
I Walk On Down the Hill
And Maybe Buy a Beer
I Think About My Friends
Sometimes I Wish
They Lived Out Here
But They Wouldn't
Dig This Town
No They Wouldn't
Dig This Town

Chorus
Try Not to Think About It

Alright folks,
A 1, 2,
A 1, 2, 3.

[indistinguishable words throughout song]

I'm all shook up
Hey, hey yeah

What a wicked thing to do...

Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do you think they weigh?
Out the window to the parking lot
At their suv's, taking all of 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

G

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 SUVs taking all of this space

They give no fuck
They talk as loud as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough
Fo

Hey, something is new
It got into me
And i hope that it got into you
The way my covers are made
Trumpets will play
And i hope that it's inside,
I hope that it got into you

There's no doubt
Here lies amelia bright
In a red 50's dress
From a thrift shop ne

What happened here?
Where did you go?
Are you hurt,
Are you stoned?
What's gone wrong, anatole?
What's gone wrong?

You're not in sync
You haven't been quite
Right all your life
And it shows when you smile, anatole
And you never did say goodbye

Are

*Note: this album (and obviously song) are by Ben Folds as a
solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn'tallow
you to change the artist, so i put it here.*

and so
annie waits annie waits annie waits
for a call
from a friend

the same
it's the

Well I thought about the army
Dad said, son you're fucking high
And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything
So I took my old man's advice
Three sad semesters
It was only fifteeen grand spent in bed
I thought about the army
I dropped out and joined a band instea

Dad I know you were sad when you died
And I was young it’s the way I kept you in my mind
The mess that was left and my mother cried
And when she stood up she was nobody’s mother
I’d be fine

But I missed you then
And I miss you now
Like you’d missed things I might sa

Pull Over the Car,
Pull Over the Car,
I Think I See Some Sweet Squirrel Rim
Pull Over the Car,
Pull Over the Car,
I Think I Feel Like King Tut Again

I Don't Wanna,
I Don't Wanna,
I Don't Wanna,

You Make Me Feel
Make Me Feel,
Make Me Feel R

2-3-4. . .
pull over the car
pull over the car
I think I see some sweet squirrel rim
pull over the car (really)
pull over the car
I think I feel like King Tut again

CHORUS
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
you make me feel

Pull over the car Pull over the car I think I see a fly fisher Pull over the car Pull over the car My dad wants to break up with your sister You make me feel so retarded You make me fe

I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange
Though you're not my enemy

I'd 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 c

Do you not hear me anymore. I know it's not your thing to care. I know it's cool to be so bored. But it sucks me in when you're aloof. It sucks me in, it sucks, it works. I guess it's cool to be

Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing to care
I know it's cool to be so bored
It sucks me in
when you're aloof
It sucks me in, it sucks it works
I guess it's cool to be alone

Will you never rest
Fighting the battle of who could care less
Ever

Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male,
middle-class and white
It's a bitch,
if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD.
Sham on.
I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your boot

I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gesture and sounds
Got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent
Did I make me up

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