Traducción: Goya, Chantal. O Cuco.
Traducción: Waring, Steve. O Cuco.
revent de coucous Coucou Titou coucou Titou Coucoucoucoucoucou Coucou Titou coucou Titou Coucoucoucoucoucou Bien au chaud sous ma couette Si j'attends le coucou
le gentleman cambriole On m'a assassine, c'est moi qu'on vient chercher Je cours de l'Est a l'Ouest,je vais de tard en tot Je suis le clochard des jumbos
plus sur pour aller dans l'azur Detachez vos ceintures Toutes les femmes en raffolent Et quand il prend son vol Elles perdent la boussole Je le dirige a mon gre, Le
Ils revent de coucous Coucou Titou coucou Titou Coucoucoucoucoucou Coucou Titou coucou Titou Coucoucoucoucoucou Bien au chaud sous ma couette Si j'attends le coucou
de mensonges. Il boit aux fleurs jolies pour se faire la voix claire Mais jamais ne chante coucou avant le printemps de l'an. Oh, le coucou, c'est le
have time, make it discreet Money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch,
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She sings as she flies She never gets lonesome Till the first day of July I've gambled in England And I've gambled
oh the cuckoo (oh the cuckoo) she's a pretty bird (she's a pretty bird) she wore holes, as she flies she never says cuckoo till the fourth day of July
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
you to hear me spreading technicolor blood i hate it i love you i hate that i need to know what you do when our love passed out on the couch you're fateful
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
(Traditional) Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high So I can see my darling as she goes passing by Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and
Inside a clock, we find, to our surprise, a little toy singer. Assuring us that he is not a figment of our imagination, he boasts of his ability to prophesy
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
Well it's hot like ouch and I'm chained to the couch from my brain stirs bad ideas let out my mouth Like a thousand words, circuits burst Crowd screamin
