Buckets and Cans

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

You can beat on a pot, you can bang on a pan

You can stomp with your feet, you can clap with your hands

Yeah, you can make music with your hands and your feet

You don't need something special when you're keeping the beat

Sound waves emanate, where do they flow from

Banging out a beat on my trash can drums

My heart, my hands, these buckets and cans

'Cause we don't need an eight-piece band

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

What are you playing?

Well, the big bass drum goes boom, boom, boom

Timpani sounds fill up the whole room

Bongos are small and keep a funky tempo

Drum pads make any sound that you want to

But we don't need an eight-piece band

All we need are these buckets and cans

Gonna make some music, gonna have some fun

Now I wanna hear you, each and every one (whoo)

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

What? What? I can't hear you

Hit me a solo!

And everybody in the house sing, "Ee-ya, ee-ya"

Ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya (what? What? I can't hear you)

Everybody in the house sing, "Ee-ya, ee-ya"

Ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya (what? What? I can't hear you)

Everybody in the house sing, "Uh-oh"

Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, I can't hear you

Everybody in the house sing, "Uh-oh"

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I can't hear you, oh