Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T,
Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T,
Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T,

Found her in a barn in Tennessee
I paid five bucks for my Bucket T
Took me three years of sweat and blood
To clean off all that Tennessee mud

chorus:
My Bucket T (Bucket T)
Bucket T (Bucket T)
My Bucket T (Bucket T)
My Bucket T (Bucket T)
T T T... Bucket bucket bucket...

Cruise down the street in front of school
I wanna rev it up but I gotta be cool
Drivin´ down the road I´ll get my kicks
A´poppin´ the clutch and a´slippin´ the sticks

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I was right, too, she´s first in her class
There´s nothing on the freeway she don´t pass
All the girls want to take a ride with me
But there´s only one seat in my Bucket T

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