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===Lyrics===
===Lyrics===
<pre> There will be people will be going cuckoo for my cuckoos
There will be people will be going cuckoo for my cuckoos
Feeble minds enamored by the clock
Feeble minds enamored by the clock
Just a strain of that refrain
Just a strain of that refrain

Revision as of 21:36, 26 July 2020

« Song page for Cuckoo

Lyrics

There will be 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