out

there's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
and the bells in the steeple too
and up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say cuckoo

cuckoo cuckoo

regretfully they tell us
cuckoo cuckoo
but firmly they compel us
cuckoo cuckoo
to say goodbye . . .
cuckoo
. . . to you

so long farewell auf wiedersehen good night

i hate to go and leave this pretty sight
adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yie
i'd like to stay and taste my first champagne (yes? no!)
i leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye
goooodbyeeeeeeeeeeee
i'm glad to go i cannot tell a lie
i flit, i float, i fleetly flee, i fly
the sun has gone to bed and so must i

goodbye