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Cuckoo Lyrics - Artist : Cantor, Rob
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 Flouglemire "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 a 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. Flouglemire") And we're sorry but no COD But we offer a full warranty But the warranty has expired You've been Flouglemired (Ha!) "What a fancy clock," they'll shout As they pull their purses out Everyone will go berserk Now get these urchins back to work! |
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