Hole In The Bucket

Money Money

Money Money

Nothing but money

I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the

P.M.And I love the sunrise so

I step out in the

A.M.The street is black and shiny from the nightly rainin'

The glory of the light it brings evaporation

Morning's fresh oxygen cleanest

I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest

I'm already wake so

I'm not drinkin' coffee

Don't wanna cigarette, 'cause it's a form of slavery

I walk into the store 'cause

I need a few items

The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins

As I need to buy some food and some poo for my dreads

I can't remember why but

I need a spool of thread

Well a man with dirty dreads, he steps around the comer

He asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter

I don't have any change so

I'm steppin' along

But as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song

There's a hole in the bucket dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

Liza, Liza

There's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

LizaThe day is pickin' up cause

I'm hummin' his song

The buses and the people all keep movin' along

To the shopkeeper

I say, "what's up?"

And I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup

I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change

Well should

I give it to the man's the question in my brain

What's gonna happen if

I give the man a dime?

I don't wanna pay for another brothers wine

What's gonna happen if

I give the man a quarter?

Will he find a dealer and try to place an order?

What's gonna happen if

I give the man a nickel

Will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?

I'm not responsible for the man's depression

How can I find compassion in the midst of recession?

How come all these questions keep ****in' with my head

And I still can't remember why

I need a spool of thread'

Cause there's a hole in the bucket dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

LizaHe's starin' in my eyes just as

I'm walkin' past

I'm tryin to avoid him 'cause

I know he's gonna ask

Me about the coinage that is in my pocket

But I don't know if

I should put it in his bucket

I walk right past him to think about it more

Back at the crib

I'm openin' up the door

A pocketful of change it don't mean a lot to me

My cup is half full but his is empty

I put back on my cap and

I start headin' back

I reach into my pocket and

I have a heart attack

Well as I'm diggin' deep

I scream, "Oh no"

There's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole

While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack

The jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks

No one has the change and it's ****in' up my head

But now I no the reason why

I had to buy the thread

There's a hole in the bucket dear

LizaI said, "There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza"

There's a hole in the bucket dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear

Liza, dear

LizaThere's a hole, there's a hole

There's a hole, there's a

There's a hole, there's a hole

There's a bigger hole

There's a bigger hole dear

Liza, dear

LizaThere's a hole in the bucket

Hole in the bucket

Dear Liza, dear

Liza