Bucketeer


                                            https://files.catbox.moe/alqnt7.mp3

                                            Steeping in a vegetable vibe

                                            It's like your pie took a bite

                                            Your mood is rhubarb chunks strewn on the flames

                                            Your mane is afire, you're feeling soggy with blame,

                                            'cause some days filling spills right outta the tin (ba ba beyoo)

                                            Wanna toss it to bin (ooh whoo)

                                            But you have yet got much baking to do; if

                                            You're not feeling it, then sing after me


                                            I got a bucket fulla mares and I ain't afraid to use it

                                            So frowny face beware, 'cause I think you're gonna lose it

                                            Got ponies in a can, and you'll find there ain't much to it

                                            When faced with life's demands, least you've got your mare-y music


                                            Got pals in corporeal form (oh whoa)

                                            Remember to keep them warm (ooh whoo)

                                            Whether a plush or patch, pillow or pin

                                            You talk to a mare, good feels fresh outta the tin

                                            So get back to filling up that cup again (a cup of flour)

                                            Salt, not more than a pinch (sweet not sour)

                                            And we'll stick by you each step of the way, so

                                            it's in confidence you really can sing


                                            I got a bucket fulla mares and I ain't afraid to use it

                                            So frowny face beware, 'cause I think you're gonna lose it

                                            Got ponies in a can, and you'll find there ain't much to it

                                            When faced with life's demands, least you've got your mare-y music

                                            A bucket fulla mares and I ain't afraid to use it

                                            So frowny face beware, 'cause I think you're gonna lose it

                                            Got ponies in a can, and you'll find there ain't much to it

                                            When faced with life's demands, least you've got your mare-y music


                                            Pony fever's caught on again (oh whoa)

                                            Our hooves are fast in the game (ooh ooh ooh whoa)

                                            Though some will say you're just filling the void

                                            with marechandise, you pay the price… "please buy our toys"

                                            I say it's time to get a bucket today  (ba ba beyoo)

                                            And fill it up with mares (ooh whoo)

                                            The haters, the void, have got it on their hands

                                            'cause we can withstand, you just repeat after me…


                                            I got a bucket fulla mares and I ain't afraid to use it

                                            So frowny face beware, 'cause I think you're gonna lose it

                                            Got ponies in a can, and you'll find there ain't much to it

                                            When faced with life's demands, least you've got your mare-y music

                                            A bucket fulla mares and I ain't afraid to use it

                                            So frowny face beware, 'cause I think you're gonna lose it

                                            Got ponies in a can, and you'll find there ain't much to it

                                            When faced with life's demands, least you've got your mare-y music