Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Ben Folds, september '75 i was 47 inches high,
my mom said
By Ben Folds, Fred Jones was worn out
From caring for his often
Screaming and
By Ben Folds, She plays, 'Wipeout' on the drums
The squirrels and the birds
By Ben Folds, All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down
And
By Ben Folds, Leaf by leaf and page by page
Throw this book away
All
By Ben Folds, So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some
By Ben Folds, Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song
Just in case
By Ben Folds, Do you not hear me anymore?
I know it's not your
