The Frown Song

Ben Folds

Tread slowly from the car to the spa 
Like a weary war-torn refugee 
Crossing the border with her starving child 
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu 
Present the waitress with your allergy card 
and tell all of your problems. 
Leave no tip at all 
Down at the shoe store with your friends 
Speculate who might be fucking a guru. 

Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown 
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around. 
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown. 
Spread the love around. 

Hard to remember how we managed before 
we could afford real and nervous breakdowns 
Or before the anthropology store 
was erected on Indian burial grounds 
So really don't you see a little of yourself in the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at? 
Or the child who's hiding inside as you wipe the smile off a teenage barista. 

Rock on, rock on with my fashionable frown. 
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around. 
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown. 
Spread the love around. 
Spread the love around. 
Alright. 

You're gonna be alright, baby. 
You're gonna be alright, baby. 

Floating back from the spa to the car. 
State of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room. 
Sometimes life's not so bad. 
Now we know who's been fucking the guru. 

Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown. 
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around. 
Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown. 
Spread the love around. 
Smile for us now. 
Do it upside down.