[Verse 1] I found the box in the hall, faded art and bent-up tabs. Your stupid grin on the lid, like a dare I couldn’t pass. We laughed like it was art, like we were ten again. [Pre-Chorus] Hands on the plastic tray, knees in the carpet dust. One bad toss, one good shrug, that was enough for us. [Chorus] Mr Bucket, put your balls in his mouth Mr Bucket, he'll spit 'em right out Put your balls in his mouth He'll spit 'em right out Mr Bucket, Mr Bucket [Verse 2] Now the timer sounds cheap, but the feeling still cuts through. Cheap thrills in a yellow face, that awful game we knew. We fed him all our pride, and called it Saturday. [Pre-Chorus] One more roll of the eyes, one more shot at the prize. Who knew that goofy trash would still stay in my mind? [Chorus] Mr Bucket, put your balls in his mouth Mr Bucket, he'll spit 'em right out Put your balls in his mouth He'll spit 'em right out Mr Bucket, Mr Bucket [Bridge] I hate that I miss it, the tacky little thing. The room smelled like soda, and the rules meant everything. Now I’m old enough to know how dumb it all was. [Chorus] Mr Bucket, put your balls in his mouth Mr Bucket, he'll spit 'em right out Put your balls in his mouth He'll spit 'em right out Mr Bucket, Mr Bucket
