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. It has been alleged that this song was made for a cancelled children's movie.
The version on Rob's website featured vocals by Jim Horan[1], but there exists another version with a vocal take from Rob.[2] 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. The song appears to be sung from the point of view of a greedy clock company owner.
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
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