Bucket of Beans Songtext
von Kate Micucci

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