Cuckoo

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