It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better white blooms to white
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white
Glad to see you, I had a funny dream And you were wearing funny shoes, you were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk but you are too young to
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
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 was
(Monsterpiece Theatre overture plays as we pan in on Cookie Monster seated in his chair wearing his lovely red smoking jacket.) Cookie Monster: Good
1. Auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck sim-sa-la-dim bam-ba sa-la-du sa-la-dim auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck saß. 2. Da kam ein junger Jäqer ... da
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 hoop, hold you
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
La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la I saw you there I stopped and stared The curly girlie smiled You really were too close to her And
I was never just an ordinary girl Who underwent a transformation I always thought that I could see the stars And watch them grow in my hands But my mind
Oh, cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever holler, Cuckoo Till the fourth day of July Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds
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
We knew it must have been late (Tick-tock (Tick-tock) We had no time to wait (Tick-tock (Tick-tock) I went to light the fireplace (Tick-tock) (Tick-tock
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
Don't fall in love with me yet We only recently met True I'm in love with you but You might decide I'm a nut Give me a week or two to Go absolutely cuckoo
