Cuckoo's Out Lyrics

at the drop of a hat

they shut the book house down

hollered on through the gale

and turned the ship around

damn this place on our hands

the Gothic stadium

built in half a day, painted grey

where the trenches lay



took the convention trail

the hot revivalist

tagged along on the tail

'til he grew tired of this

spun the language of luck

then all the luck ran dry

seldom seen about

cuckoo's out

cuckoo's out