Oh, that old oaken bucket Yes, that ironbound bucket Oh, that moss-covered bucket That hung in the well
Well, I went for a sip And my heart did a flip There by the old Buck-a-buck-a-bucket That hung in the well
It was my fifteenth summer When I met this cool cucumber With a face like an angel A voice like a bell
Well, she told me she Played a mill last summer Theater by the Buck-a-buck-a-bucket That hung by the well
She was the hippest of chicks I was a square from the sticks But she dug me, she said Like a daisy digs the dells
So each night, I would date her Well, our only spectator Was that nosy old bucket That hung in the well
Missy Venus' daughter Never let me escort her Back to her pad at The local hotel
I should have Been more suspicious But she came on Too delicious by the old Buck-a-buck-a-bucket That hung in the well
It turns out while we tarried She was really very married What I thought was an angel Was pure Jezebel
Cause one night We're getting clubby When it walks her Burned up hubby By the old bucket That hung in the well
Boy, her scream shattered crystal And her mate threw his pistol Brother, that's when I took off Running just like, well, man
Those bullets came a-whining Through the vines that were twining Round that creepy old bucket That hung in the well
Oh, that old oaken bucket Yes, that ironbound bucket Oh, that moss-covered bucket That hung in the well
There were two loving soul and Now there's just six bullet holes In that old Buck, buck, bucket That hangs in the wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
