[Verse 1: Drumline-chant male MC, marching snares, bucket drums on every bar] Saturday, corner of Fourth, and the sun's on the bricks Three buckets upside down and a pair of hickory sticks Hardware store kicked me out for practicing in aisle nine Now I'm out here on the sidewalk and the sidewalk's mine Little kids stop walking and the mamas grab a hand Old man with a cane starts tapping where he stands Hit the middle for the low, hit the rim for the crack Hit the side for the snap and I never hold back Cup out front with a dollar that I put in there myself By noon it's overflowing and I need another shelf [Hook: Drumline-chant male MC, chanting with the marching snares] Five gallon bucket and a pair of sticks Corner of Fourth with the pigeons on the bricks Hit it on the rim, hit it on the side Five gallon bucket, now the whole street's live [Verse 2: Drumline-chant male MC, quad toms answering every line] Two o'clock and the crowd is three deep at the curb Bus driver leaning out the window, never said a word Bucket one is splitting at the bottom, I can feel it give Bucket two is cracking at the rim, it's got a minute left to live Sweat dripping off my nose and landing right on two and four Blisters on my fingers and I'm hitting even more Then the middle bucket caves in and the whole crowd goes "Oh" And I look down at the hole and I tell 'em, "Watch this, though" [Bridge: Drumline-chant male MC, bucket roll-off, four bars on the last bucket alone, then the drumline comes in] Hit the lamppost, let it ring Hit the mailbox, hear it sing Hit the bus bench, hit the grate Hit the meter, make it wait Whole street's a kit and I'm sitting on the throne Corner of Fourth and every brick got a tone [Hook: Drumline-chant male MC, chanting with the marching snares] Five gallon bucket and a pair of sticks Corner of Fourth with the pigeons on the bricks Hit it on the rim, hit it on the side Five gallon bucket, now the whole street's live [Verse 3: Drumline-chant male MC, full drumline, marching snares and quad toms] Never had a drum kit, never had a room Grandma's pots and pans and the handle of a broom Teacher said I'm too loud and the landlord said the same Now the loudest thing downtown got a corner and a name Buckets cost two dollars and the sticks are four a pair Six dollars and a sidewalk and I'm shaking up the air Busted buckets, busted sticks, and the street still rings Come back next Saturday, I'll be playing on the swings [Final Hook: Drumline-chant male MC, full drumline hits] Five gallon bucket and a pair of sticks Corner of Fourth with the pigeons on the bricks Hit it on the rim, hit it on the side Five gallon bucket, now the whole street's live [End]
