Bucket of Beans

I was sitting on my front stoop looking kind of pretty With my lemonade stand In New York City Would you like a glass? A straw would be nice Let me pour the lemonade and put it on ice That'll be two dollars The math's not hard You can pay in cash or on credit card Or A bucket of beans Yeah, you know what I means Yeah, I don't need a private jet Don't need designer jeans Just a bucket of beans What A bucket of beans Oh I was sitting in my backyard feeling kind of pretty Blowing out my candles 'Cause it's my birthday My friends are there My moms are there My neighbor Gary with no hair is there They're all staring Oh hey, Aunt Karen, thank you for the weirdly shaped gift bag Open it Open it Open it Open it And they ask me "Did you get a jeep?" No "Did you get a flamingo?" No "Did you get a fish tank?" No I got the only thing I need A bucket of beans Yeah, you know what I means Yeah, I don't need a private jet Don't need designer jeans Just a bucket of beans What A bucket of beans Oh Only thing better than a bucket of beans Is a pool of beans I need my goggles but I lost my goggles Sitting on a raft like a super hot model I'm taking my photo 'Cause you only live YOLO Talking 'bout the pool though How'd you get it full, yo I got a bucket, I got a bucket Another bucket, another bucket I got a bucket, I got a bucket So many buckets of beans Yeah, you know what I means Yeah, I don't need a private jet Don't need designer jeans Cause when the day is done and I'm having fun It's just me and my dreams and a bucket of beans A bucket of beans And a bucket of beans