The Buckets by Greg Cravens for August 26, 2024

I’m through with standing in line to clubs I’ll never get in

It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win

This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs

And a bathroom I can play baseball in

And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me

(Ah, so what you need?)

I’ll need a, a credit card that’s got no limit

And a big black jet with a bedroom in it

Gonna join the mile high club at thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars

My own star on Hollywood Boulevard

Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)