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
She's got a look on her puss Like she was weaned on a pickle Hands on the handles of her motorcycle In the nest of the cuckoo bird In the nest of the
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
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[Royce Da 5'9":] My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula
(Traditional) [Chorus:] When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' Sign of rain,
[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
(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
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
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
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
(feat. Riley Baugus) 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
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain Run like a river, fall like a fountain The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
As I feel this tension grow It takes away my conscience I freeze, burn, and stare And scream out utter silence Eyes are closed and hands are tense Can