Who are you to wave your finger? You must've filled the pail Mud and rust and something thicker Sloshing down the trail You must have been out of your head Eyehole deep in muddy water Bucket on your crown You practically raised the racket Then blamed the dripping sound Knock off the racket, Charlie You must have been high Foot in mouth and head in bucket What you talking 'bout? Difficult to sound convincing With your whole face hanging out You must have been high You must have been Bucket Bucket Bucket You dug the hole then brought the handle carried every drop Filled it full then kicked it sideways wondered why it wouldn't stop You must have been high Knock off the racket, Charlie Soap and gravel rust and trouble sloshing at your knees Every time you try to empty something else gets squeezed You must have been high Who are you to shake that handle? Who are you to shout? You were standing in the bucket while you tried to climb back out You must have been high Bucket Bucket Bucket Dig it deeper fill it higher drag it through the room Call it clean and call it useful call the dripping perfume You must have been high You must have been high Knock off the racket, Charlie Handle bending bottom leaking everything runs through Point your finger at the puddle like it wasn't made by you You must have been Bucket Bucket Bucket Weeping shades of muddy water everything comes down You can polish every surface still that bucket comes around You must have been high High You must have been high High
