Cuckoo

Cuckoo
Written by	Rob Cantor
Appears on	n/a
Sung by	Rob Cantor, Jim Horan
Duration	3:07
Genre	Rock
Language	English

Cuckoo is a song written by Rob Cantor. It was created sometime in 2012, being posted on robcantor.com under the "Music for FILM & TV" section. This would imply the song was made for either a TV show or movie.

The version on Rob's website featured vocals by Jim Horan, but there exists another version with a vocal take from Rob. This happens to be the most popular version of the song, with the Jim Horan version becoming lesser known as years went on.

This song occasionally plays the same tune as "Fur Elise," a classical song written by Ludwig Van Beethoven.

Song Meanings

The message behind the song is unknown, but it appears to be about greed, child labor, and possibly capitalism.

Lyrics

There will be people 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

Jim Horan Lyrics

There will be people going cuckoo for my cuckoos
Shoppers will be flocking to my shop
Just a strain of that refrain
will increase our fiscal gain
They'll be lining up around the block

Courtesy of nimble little fingers
Little urchins working 'round the clock
They were worthless as can be
Now they're happy, can't you see?
As they help me to increase my stock

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 say
as it takes their breath away
with a melody to entice
They'll pay any price

We'll export them out to England, France, and China
They'll adore them in the northern ports of Spain
Yes, it's bonafide sensation
as they enter every nation
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 food 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 has expired
You've been Fluglemeyer'd (Hah!)

What a fancy clock, they'll shout
as they pull their purses out
Everyone will go berserk
Now get these urchins back to work

Tabs/Chords

Nothing here, yet!