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)