Here comes one Johnny cuckoo, Cuckoo,cuckoo. Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, On a cold and stormy night. What did you come for, Come for,come for? What
[Intro] Let's go Oohh Mmmmmhhh Woo Hoo Woo Hoo Woo Hohohoo Just look at me all that you left me with is insanity And this misery I know that I try my
I?m glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk but you were too young to
I'll shank you real ol' fashion style for the win that shit is vintage like us now? i'm sick of your status quo your so god damn literal your kind is
(Adapt. & Arr. by Yarrow/Stookey/Travers/Okun/Jacobsen/Story) Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She never gets lonesome till
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How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy The king in I died. He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs life
How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy The king in I died He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs Life was
Hey you cuckoo! See you're in the paper late today, accused of something, and your lips are closed to all of those who know she's missing. Talk abounds
She was born from fire 23 years ago And I came from the drama of another She has got me so completely blwon out this daisy Pull my better situation And
Aoo der Kuckuck und der Esel die hatten einen Streit wer wohl am besten sange? Bree Bree Bree Bree Bree Bree (3x) Joooweeejoooweeejoooweee der Kuckuck
Dream a little dream of you With your golden hair and your eyes so blue Like a song Tchikovski played That makes me come on slowly Your raven hair that
Don't fall in love with me yet We only recently met True I'm in love with you but you might decide I'm a nut Give me a week or two to go absolutely cuckoo
Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever hollar cuckcoo Till the fourth day of July Jack o' Diamonds Jack o' Diamonds
She's got a look on her puss like she was weaned on a pickle. Hands on the handle of her motorsicle. In the nest of the cuckoo bird...She's in a gang
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white