Rob Cantor Cuckoo

Текст песни "Rob Cantor — 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 Flouglemire.

"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' world wide domination!
We'll be riding on the gravy train!

We'll be moping up the money in the morning.
We'll be rolling in our riches
Afternoon.
In the evening we'll dine
On the finest meat 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 C.O.D.
But we offer a full warranty.
But the warranty already expired.
You've been Flouglemired!
HA!

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"What a fancy clock!"
They'll shout!
"What a pretty little tune comes out!"
I shall have my just desserts!
Now get these orphans back to work!