Cuckoo - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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' 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 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 COD

But we offer a full warranty

But the warranty already expired

You've been Flouglemired (Ha!)

"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!