Rob Cantor - Cuckoo

There will be ^F#mpeople going ^C#cuckoo for my ^F#mcuckoos ^F#mFeeble minds e^C#namored by the ^F#mclock Just a ^F#mstrain of that re^C#frain, it's like ^Dcandy for the ^Abrain, They'll be ^Dlining up ^C#around the ^F#mblock

^F#mCourtesy of ^C#nimble little ^F#mfingers There's a ^F#mfolksy kind of ^C#antique homemade ^F#mtouch But the ^F#mreally big ^C#advantage of ^Denslaving little ^Achildren Is that ^Dyou don't have to ^C#pay them ^F#mmuch

What a fancy ^Bmclock they'll ^Esay Any price I ^Aset, they'll ^Dpay They've attuned their ^Bmhearts' ^C#desire It's a ^C#Flou ^C#gle ^F#mmire ^{C# F#m}

What a wonderful ^Bmsong they'll ^Ecry If you stand too ^Aclose, you'll ^Ddie It's a melody ^Bmpure and ^C#nice They'll pay ^C#triple ^F#mprice

We'll ex^F#mport them out to ^C#England, France, and ^F#mChina They'll ^F#madore them in the ^C#northern ports of ^F#mSpain Every ^F#mnation, ^C#adoration, freakin' ^Dworldwide domi^Anation We'll be ^Driding on the ^C#gravy ^F#mtrain

We'll be ^F#mmoping up the ^C#money in the ^F#mmorning We'll be ^F#mrolling in our ^C#riches after^F#mnoon In the eve^F#mning we'll ^C#dine on the ^Dfinest meat and ^Awine And we'll ^Deat it with a ^C#silver ^F#mspoon

What a fancy ^Bmspoon, they'll ^Esay "Can I take your ^Acoat?" "You ^Dmay" He's a cuckoo ^Bmclock sup^C#plier Mr. ^C#Flou ^C#gle ^F#mmire

And we're sorry, but ^Bmno C.O.^ED.s But we offer a ^Afull warran^Dty But the warranty ^Bmalready ex^C#pired You've been ^C#Flou ^C#gle ^F#mmired ^{C# F#m}(HA)

What a fancy ^Bmclock, they'll ^Eshout What a pretty little ^Atune comes ^Dout I shall have my ^Bmjust dess^C#erts "Now get these ^C#orphans ^C#back to ^F#mwork" ^{C# F#m}