A strange baby cuckoo
And so conceited,
He was so mad at me:
"You are noisy!
That ain't so nice!"
I told him "That's my style!"
"What a style, nothing more
'Cause I also sing
words in the wind forever"
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm and fire...
A crazy baby cuckoo
up-above, in the nut tree
He was so mad at me
that I haven't been
no use at all!
"Do you want to sing something?"
"Only if you give me an A"
I gave it to him and he sung
What did he sing?
What he has learnt (Cookoo! Cookoo!)
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm and fire...
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm...
It's just rhythm and fire...
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm...
It's just rhythm and fire...
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm and fire...
The cuckoo in the nut tree
is a singer, but so sadly
A rock'n'roll band ain't no game
It's just rhythm...
It's just rhythm and fire...