I think It's raining outside, Put on your bucket. With brand new bucket on your head You gonna look cute Your dreams of simple happiness So warm and cozy But I don't care May be I'm wrong It feels like nausea.
Rain drops are playing the piano On your window The bucket makes it sound louder On your ear drums And I'm again unshaven, drunk, Unpleased as always. I don't deserve your bucket And I don't deserve you.