[Verse 1]
There will be people going cuckoo for my cuckoos
Feeble minds enamored by the clock
Just a strain of that refrain, it's like candy for the brain
They'll be lining up around the block

Courtesy of nimble little fingers
There's a folksy kind of antique, homemade touch
But the really big advantage of enslaving little children is that you don't have to pay them much

[Chorus]
"What a fancy clock," they'll say
Any price I set, they'll pay
With a tune their hearts desire
It's a Flouglemire

"What a wonderful song," they'll cry
If you stand too close, you'll die
It's a melody pure and nice
They'll pay triple price!

[Verse 2]
We'll export them out to England, France, and China
They'll adore them in the northern ports of Spain
Every nation, adoration, freakin' worldwide domination
We'll be riding on the gravy train
We'll be mopping up the money in the morning
We'll be rolling in our riches, afternoon
In the evening we'll dine on the finest meat and wine
And we'll eat it with a silver spoon

[Chorus]
"What a fancy spoon," they'll say
("Can I take your coat?") You may
("He's a cuckoo clock supplier, Mr. Flouglemire")

[Bridge]
And we're sorry but no COD
But we offer a full warranty
But the warranty already expired
You've been Flouglemired (Ha!)

[Chorus]
"What a fancy clock," they'll shout
("What a pretty little tune comes out")
I shall have my just desserts
Now get these orphans back to work!