Whos this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask
Hes the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain
They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame

He was born in a coop, raised in a cage children fear him, critics rage
Hes half alive, he's half dead folks just call him buckethead

Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens
Theyd hose him down with water, and steal his little friends
Now late at night he'd sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone

Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked 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

He was born in a coop, raised in a cage children fear him, critics rage
Hes half alive, he's half dead folks just call him buckethead