Buckethead

Got no head

It's a bucket with teeth

It likes to dream

It likes to sleep

It knows hot

It knows cool

It know what's what

It's no fool

Fill up the bucket with

Whatever you got

Make sure it's something

That the bucket likes a lot

Fly on a window

Looking through

Its tiny bucket

Knows just what to do

It goes over here

It goes over there

It takes its tiny bucket

Almost everywhere

I'm a buckethead

That's the truth

What I do

Sure shines through

And what goes in

Gets mixed around

And overflows

And makes this sound