Cuckoo, cuckoo
Your pride and joy is a pretty beast
The baddest apples fall from rotten trees
Your little monster is a walking disease
You've got only yourself to blame
'Cause all else failed
And you're hot, hot on my trail
And you know that it's not, not, not my fault
But you know that you've gotta, gotta pin the tail
When all else fails
Cuckoo, cuckoo
Biting the hand that overfeeds
Lord of the Flies ain't no mystery
Mean as murder, so precious and sweet
You've got only yourself to blame
'Cause all else failed
And you're hot, hot on my trail
And you know that it's not, not, not my fault
But you know that you've gotta, gotta pin the tail
When all else fails
Cuckoo, cuckoo
Mama, hide the children
Someone get the baby
Mama, turn all the lights on
Somebody pull the shades
Oooh, and you're hot, hot on my trail
And you know that it's not, not, not my fault
But you know that you've gotta, gotta pin the tail
When all else fails
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