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Cuckoo land ?

Cuckoo land ?

If you go to Cuckoo land
well you won’t know you’ve been there
You could get up to all kinds of mischief yet you would’nt have a care 
Everybody would take care of you they would even cut your hair

The people will clean up all your mess and take care of you
You wouldn’t need to lift a finger
that’s not something that you’d do
On a good day you would dance and sing but God help them if you felt blue
Coz the reason why you are in Cuckoo land well that wasn’t up to you

You could streak about on the grass
without a care in the world
I think it really could be class
watching everything unfurled
Just try Cuckoo land and your straight jacket would never be uncurled
Even though you couldn’t keep still tied in knots and twirled

When you got messed up well they would give you a bath then they would rub some cream on your bits and bobs if you had a chaff
You could splish, splash everyone
I think you may well get a laugh ?
You would make lots of friends in there especially the staff

If you wanted more dinner but you’d already ate
you could just say that you hadn’t eaten or make on that you’d been too late
The dinner lady would give you seconds she wouldn’t want you in a state
Haha you would never ever be hungry now wouldn’t that be great ?

So if you fancy a little holiday
Just turn up and demand to stay
there won’t be any charge there you won’t have to pay
You may fit in at Cuckoo land if you know the way
Just kick off a right storm and you could go today

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