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)

Na-na-na-na-na
(Boom, clack)
Na-na-na-na-na
(Boom, clack)
Na-na-na-na-na
What? What? I can't hear you
What? What? I can't hear you (Boom, clack)
Na-na-na-na-na
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)
Everybody in the house sing, "Ee-ya, ee-ya"
(Ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya, ee-ya)
Everybody in the house sing, "Uh-oh"
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, I can't hear you)
Everybody in the house sing, "Uh-oh"
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, I can't hear you)