Testo: Aquabats, The. Lobster Bucket.

There are times

When you find

Lobsters in a bucket

Can't climb out

Why won't they climb away?

Because other lobsters

Pull them down



Cherry pits and paper clips

And people talking smack

Giant squid will come right up

And pull your train right off the track.

Mammoth broom swoops on down

And sweeps you in a whole



Friends help each other

Any way they can

When you're up at bat

They'll be your biggest fan

When you're in a pit

they'll pull you out of it

It ain't wrong to write a song

For all your friends to sing along.



People too me and you

Can also be like lobsters in bucket

It's all just one big mess

Please don't be a lobster

Friends are best



Making lunch for the baseball bunch

While playing violin

Feeding bands to giant clams

That's where the fun begins

Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes

Hone those whittleing skills



Friends help each other

Any way they can

When you're up at bat

They'll be your biggest fan

When you're in a pit

They'll pull you out of it

It ain't wrong to write a song

For all your friends to sing along