Buckets of rain, buckets of tearsGot all them buckets coming out of my earsBuckets of moonbeams in my handI got all the love, honey baby, you can't standWell, I'll be me, can't hurt like I knowI've seen pretty people disappear like smokeFriends will arrive, friends will disappearIf you want me, honey baby, I'll be hereLike your smile and your fingertipsLike the way that you move your lipsI like the way you look at meEverything about you is bringing me miseryLiterary wagon, literary bagI ain't no monkey, but I know what I likeI like the way you love me, strong and slowI'm taking you with meHoney baby, when I goLife is sad, life is a bustAll you can do is do what you mustYou must do what you must doAnd you do it wellI'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tellAll rightAnd we make a matchCount the stars and the figuresCount the stars and the figuresWork our luckCount all the stars and the figuresI got all the love, honey baby, you can't standWell, I'll be meBuckets of moonbeams in my handI got all the love, honey baby, you can't standLike your smile and your fingertipsOut of my ears, buckets of moonbeam in my handI got all the love, honey, baby, you can't standWell, I've been meek and hard like an oakI've seen pretty people disappear like smokeFriends will arrive, friends will disappearIf you want me, honey, baby, I'll be hereguitar soloAlrightguitar solo