Hole In The Bucket Lyrics

Money 
Money 
Money 
Money 
Nothin 
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 early
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
walk into the 
store 'cause I 
need a few items
the sun heats the 
blood like a hit 
of vitamins
needa buy some 
food and some 
'poo for my
dreads
can't remember 
why but I need a 
spool of thread
Man with dirty 
dreads, 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
and as I'm walkin' 
past he sings to 
me a song...

(chorus)

There's a whole in 
the bucket 
dear liza, dear
liza...

(repeat)

The day is pickin' 
up cause I'm 
hummin' his song
the buses and the 
people all keep 
movin' along
to the shopkeeper 
I say "was'sup?" 
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
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 anotha 
brotha's 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 fuckin' with
my head
and I still can't 
rememba why I 
need a spool of
thread.

(chorus)

He'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
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 
alot 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 
fuckin' up my
head
But now I know 
the reason why 
I had to buy the
thread!

(chorus)