Listen. That's the stockpot. That's the mop bucket. That's my daughter's sand pail. That's my band. [Verse 1] Roof been leaking since the springtime, and the landlord's name is Kline Every time I call his number, get the same recorded line Says a man is coming Tuesday, but he never says which week Now the stain above my bed has got his nose and got his cheeks So the stockpot takes the bass line, deep and round, bom, bom And the mop bucket's the snare, every drop is like a drum And my daughter's little sand pail plinks the high end, soft and neat Three buckets and a broken roof, the tightest band on the street [Chorus] Drip bucket, drip bucket, play it slow for me Landlord says next Tuesday, which Tuesday could it be Plink in the stockpot, plonk in the pail My rent is never late, and neither is the rain [Verse 2] Miss Dorothy from downstairs come up knocking with her broom Said your rain fell in my gravy, now it's living in my room So she brought her canning pot and said, put me in the band Now she's sitting on my sofa with a towel in her hand I sent Kline a photograph, he sent a little thumbs up back From a boat called Second Wind out on the lake, now how about that Then the rent went up in August, little extra for the view Of a sky that I can see now through the ceiling, coming through [Chorus] Drip bucket, drip bucket, play it slow for me Landlord says next Tuesday, which Tuesday could it be Plink in the stockpot, plonk in the pail My rent is never late, and neither is the rain [Dub Break] Stockpot. Mop bucket. Sand pail. Miss Dorothy, take it. (Miss Dorothy, sung, adult female) I'm too old to be in a band, and I love this song [Verse 3] Then October brings a dry week, and Kline is at my door Clipboard and a Sunday hat, he never came before Looks around at all my buckets, looks up at his face Painted on my ceiling in a brown and spreading stain Says I don't see a leak, my friend, you're wasting all my day Then the thunder clears its throat, and the stockpot starts to play Bom in the stockpot, tak in the mop And the first drop finds his hat, and the band will not stop [Final Chorus] Drip bucket, drip bucket, play it slow for me Landlord heard the music, now he finally gets to see Plink in the stockpot, plonk in the pail My rent is never late, and neither is the rain [Outro] Tuesday. He said Tuesday. I said, which one? Plink. Plonk. Which one, Kline?
