| Money Money | |
| Money Money | |
| Nothing but money | |
| I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the | |
| P.M.And I love the sunrise so | |
| I step out in the | |
| A.M.The street is black and shiny from the nightly rainin' | |
| The glory of the light it brings evaporation | |
| Morning's fresh oxygen cleanest | |
| I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest | |
| I'm already wake so | |
| I'm not drinkin' coffee | |
| Don't wanna cigarette, 'cause it's a form of slavery | |
| I walk into the store 'cause | |
| I need a few items | |
| The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins | |
| As I need to buy some food and some poo for my dreads | |
| I can't remember why but | |
| I need a spool of thread | |
| Well a man with dirty dreads, he steps around the comer | |
| He asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter | |
| I don't have any change so | |
| I'm steppin' along | |
| But as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song | |
| There's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| Liza, Liza | |
| There's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaThe day is pickin' up cause | |
| I'm hummin' his song | |
| The buses and the people all keep movin' along | |
| To the shopkeeper | |
| I say, "what's up?" | |
| And I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup | |
| I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change | |
| Well should | |
| I give it to the man's the question in my brain | |
| What's gonna happen if | |
| I give the man a dime? | |
| I don't wanna pay for another brothers wine | |
| What's gonna happen if | |
| I give the man a quarter? | |
| Will he find a dealer and try to place an order? | |
| What's gonna happen if | |
| I give the man a nickel | |
| Will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled? | |
| I'm not responsible for the man's depression | |
| How can I find compassion in the midst of recession? | |
| How come all these questions keep ****in' with my head | |
| And I still can't remember why | |
| I need a spool of thread' | |
| Cause there's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaHe's starin' in my eyes just as | |
| I'm walkin' past | |
| I'm tryin to avoid him 'cause | |
| I know he's gonna ask | |
| Me about the coinage that is in my pocket | |
| But I don't know if | |
| I should put it in his bucket | |
| I walk right past him to think about it more | |
| Back at the crib | |
| I'm openin' up the door | |
| A pocketful of change it don't mean a lot to me | |
| My cup is half full but his is empty | |
| I put back on my cap and | |
| I start headin' back | |
| I reach into my pocket and | |
| I have a heart attack | |
| Well as I'm diggin' deep | |
| I scream, "Oh no" | |
| There's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole | |
| While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack | |
| The jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks | |
| No one has the change and it's ****in' up my head | |
| But now I no the reason why | |
| I had to buy the thread | |
| There's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| LizaI said, "There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza" | |
| There's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole, there's a hole | |
| There's a hole, there's a | |
| There's a hole, there's a hole | |
| There's a bigger hole | |
| There's a bigger hole dear | |
| Liza, dear | |
| LizaThere's a hole in the bucket | |
| Hole in the bucket | |
| Dear Liza, dear | |
| Liza |
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