Les Claypool - The Ballad of Buckethead lyrics

[Verse 1] Who's this guitar playing son-of-a b**h? Is a question common asked On his head a bucket of chicken bones On his face a plastic mask He's the ba*tard son of a preacher-man On the town he left a stain They made him live in a chicken house To try and hide the shame [Chorus] He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! [Verse 2] Farmboys, they'd torment him As he snuggled with the hens They'd hose him down with water And steal his little friends And late at night he'd sneak off To the graveyard all alone And play his soapbox guitar To the faces made of stone [Solo] [Verse 3] Buckethead found his freedom At the age of seventeen When he burnt that chicken house down With a quart of gasoline He did puppet shows on corners And bought a real guitar And with the help of Colonel Sanders He's bound to be a star [Chorus] He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead!