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作曲 : Annelise Noronha

That can is crusty and old

Kinda creaky and cold

No, it can't hold your hand

And it's not made of gold

It ain't much of a talker and it can't sit or stand

Why do you love that rusty can?

He may be squeaky and loud

And he can't race around

But if you tell him a secret

He won't make a sound

No, he won't hug you back

But he'll stay 'til the end

Oh, man, I love my rusty can

Bum, bum, bum, bum

He's a thin piece of tin

He's a bucket of junk

He's so icky and sticky

And full of gunk

But he means so much more to me than I ever planned

Oh, man, I love my rusty can

He may be squeaky and loud

And he can't race around

But if you tell him a secret

He won't make a sound

No, he won't hug you back

But he'll stay 'til the end

Oh, man, I love my rusty can

That can is crusty and old

Kinda creaky and cold

No, it can't hold your hand

And it's not made of gold

It ain't much of a talker and it can't sit or stand

Why do you love that rusty can?

Bum, bum, bum, bum

He's a thin piece of tin

He's a bucket of junk

He's so icky and sticky

And full of gunk

But he means so much more to me than I ever planned

Oh, man, I love my rusty can

That's right

Oh, man, I miss my rusty can

I see why you miss your rusty can