(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
(4X)
Your pride and joy is a pretty beast
The baddest apples fall from rotten trees
The little monster is a walking disease
You got only yourself to blame
~Chorus~
'Cause all else f-ailed
You're hot hot on my trail
You know that it's not not not my fault
But you know that you gotta gotta pin the tail
When all else f-ails

(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
(4X)

Biting the hand that overfeeds
Lord of the Flies ain't no mystery
Mean as murder so precious and sweet
You got only yourself to blame
'Cause all else f-ailed
(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
~Chorus~
(Cu-cuck-oo, cu-cuckoo)
(C-uck-oo)

Momma hide the children
Someone get the baby
Momma turn all the lights on
Somebody pull the sh-ades

Ooo-ooo when you're hot hot on my trail
And you know that it's not not not my fault
But you know that you gotta gotta pin the tail
~Chorus~
Ooo-ooo