Lyrics:Cuckoo

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Lyrics

 People will be going cuckoo for my cuckoos
Feeble minds enamored by the clock
Just a strain of that refrain
it's like candy for the brain
They'll be lining up around the block

Courtesy of nimble little fingers
There's a folksy kind of antique homemade touch
But the really big advantage of enslaving little children
is that you don't have to pay them much

What a fancy clock, they'll say
Any price I set, they'll pay
With a tune their hearts desire
It's a Fluglemeyer

What a wonderful song, they'll cry
If you stand too close, you'll die
It's a melody pure and nice
They'll pay triple price

We'll export them out to England, France, and China
They'll adore them in the northern ports of Spain
Every nation
adoration
Freakin' worldwide domination
We'll be riding on the gravy train

We'll be mopping up the money in the morning
We'll be rolling in our riches afternoon
In the evening we'll dine on the finest meats and wine
and we'll eat it with a silver spoon

What a fancy spoon, they'll say
Can I take your coat? You may
He's a cuckoo clock supplier
Mr. Fluglemeyer

And we're sorry but no COD
but we offer our full warranty
But the warranty already expired
You've been Fluglemeyer'd (Hah!)

What a fancy clock, they'll shout
What a pretty little tune comes out
I shall have my just desert
Now get these orphans back to work