My Billy he flew cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
My Billy he flew cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
Yes he gave it his best but he fell in the nest
And now he don't know what to do
And now he don't know what to do
My Billy spent some time shooting guns
But it was never ever that much fun
So he went off to school
With the rest of the fools
Singing cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
I like to pretend that he was feeling lazy
That's why he started playing crazy
He couldn't work on the farm
Cuz it was too god damn hard
So he flew
cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
The mome raths are listening again
They've called up his boss & his friends
They don't leave him alone when he's sitting at home
It drives him cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
Tonight he aint' talking on the phone
Tonight he'll mimsy in the borogroves
No he won't talk on the phone, cuz they're listening ya know
He'll just sit and watch his paintings grow
Singin' cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
Sittin' alone in his room
Cuz he dont' know what to do
No, he don't know what to do
He asked me one brillig day
Why I couldn't stay
Did some kind of slithy walrus drive me, scare me outgrabe
No, No, No
I said I had to leave to find gold in the trees
Besides, I ain't scared of no walrus anyway
Oh calloo oh callay
Oh my frabjous day
Oh calloo callay
Oh my frabjous day
My my my cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
My my my cuckoo cuckoo ka choo
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022