Listen to Rockin' the Suburbs by Ben Folds

Rockin' the Suburbs

Ben Folds

Rock

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Folds
Ben Folds
Performer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Programming
Richard Fortus
Richard Fortus
Guitar
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Programming
Blumpy
Blumpy
Programming
John Vitale
John Vitale
Programming
Andrew R. Wallace
Andrew R. Wallace
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Folds
Ben Folds
Composer
John Mark Painter
John Mark Painter
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Folds
Ben Folds
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Engineer
Rick Behrens
Rick Behrens
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Bailey
Chuck Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Justin Pynes
Justin Pynes
Assistant Engineer
Uly Noriega
Uly Noriega
Assistant Engineer
Dale Lawtone
Dale Lawtone
Assistant Engineer
Blumpy
Blumpy
Recording Engineer
Andrew R. Wallace
Andrew R. Wallace
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Engineer

Lyrics

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, sha-mon I got shit runnin' through my brain So intense, that I can't explain All alone in my white-boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs, just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off, but I'm too polite When people break in the McDonald's line Mom and dad, you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl, give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs, just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks In a haze these days, I pull up to the stop light I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate and bass Sendin' dirty vibes my way 'Cause, my great-great-great-great-grandad Made someone's great-great-great-great-granddaddies slaves It wasn't my idea It wasn't my idea Never was my idea I just drove to the store for some preparation-H Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class, and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class, and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say, fuck! Just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks these days Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs Yeah, yeah You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck"
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