Kookoo Docks Songtext
von LEN

In the valleys and the seas
I can hear it in the breeze
Like a sailor
When I′m traveling the seas
I can hear it in the breeze
Like a sailor

All aboard to the Cuckoo Docks
Where all the wonky cuckoos flock
Where cuckoo birds hide from the fox
In colored wooden cuckoo clocks
Yes, all aboard to the Cuckoo Docks
Where fizzlepots wear purple smocks
And nozzlettes wear striped socks
And the sky is filled with polka dots


We'll sail down to the Pixie Crick
Where all the dewdrop pixies sit
What really makes the pixies sick
Is when you feed them pixie sticks
We′ll go where wimbles make their wine
With rotting grapes and turpentine
And all the slimy serpents climb
And intertwine with violet vines

We'll travel to the Spiral Sands
Where whatsits live in caravans
And old giraffe with staff in hand
Makes spiral symbols in the sand
Dance with us at Fire Bay
Where all the rubber tires stay
And broken tricycles all lay
Beneath the sky that's greenish gray

Then we′ll drift to Lily Cove
Where Willy Toad, I′m told, once dove
But being such a silly lad
He landed on a lily pad

Come aboard and sink with us
Here's some tea to drink with us
Close one eye and wink with us
Close ′em both and blink with us


Keep 'em closed, now think with us
Hold your breath and shrink with us
Now walk into the keyhole latch
Into the giant flower patch

Quick, hop aboard, anchors aweigh
Come on, we haven′t got all day
There's songs to sing and things to say
There′s corn to pop and horns to play
And if you really want it so
We'll go to where what's fast is slow
Where everything that′s hot is cold
And up is down, or so I′m told

Oh no, what's that awful sound?
I think the ship is going down
We′re too far at sea to be found
All of us are going to drown
We've seen the last of Cuckoo Docks
Our hats will wash up on the rocks
Our faces will all be forgot
We′ve got to give it all we've got

Fill the buckets, close the hatch
Man the lifeboat, spin the wheel
Grab the ropes, turn the mast
Hooray, the storm is gone at last
Onward bound to Cuckoo Docks
Where all the wonky cuckoos flock
Where cuckoo birds hide from the fox
In colored wooden cuckoo clocks

In the valleys and the seas
I can hear it in the breeze
Like a sailor
When I′m traveling the seas
I can hear it in the breeze
Like a sailor
In the valleys and the seas
I can hear it in the breeze
Like a sailor