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(a
not very good recording from an old cassette of "Buckets of Compost",
the Silly Symphony's second show from November 1980 - Rainbow Cafe,
Nimbin)
Chorus:
Buckets, buckets, buckets. I love buckets.
Little yellow plastic ones. Tin ones short and tall.
Some of them are rusty. Some of them are stupid.
But all of them are loving, and I love them all.
v.1.
Now if you buy a bucket, you should treat it with great care,
Just like a fancy teacup or a bowl.
In the bathroom, in the bedroom, any time or anywhere,
It will give you better service if it doesn’t have a hole.
Chorus:
v.2. If you need a friend to help you,
in the middle of the night,
Because you’ve made a mess on the floor.
Well a bucket’s not a bigot! Be it wine or Vegemite,
Your loving little bucket will help you for sure.
Chorus:
v.3.
Some folk say, “It’s raining buckets.”
And they moan buckets of gloom.
And the loser “gets a bucketing” I’m told.
But for such nasty little rumours I haven’t any room,
For at the end of every rainbow, there’s a bucket full of gold.
Last Chorus:
Buckets, buckets, buckets. I love buckets.
Little yellow plastic ones. Tin ones short and tall.
Some of them are rustic. Some of them are stupid.
But all of them are friendable,
Thoroughly dependable,
Not at all expendable,
Tin or plastic mendable,
Some are straight, some bendable
And I love them all.
Coda:
If you haven’t got a gumboot . . .
And you haven’t bought a bucket . . .
Better sharpen up your shovel
Or you might STARVE!
©
Bruce McNicol 1980
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