Kookoo Docks - Len

In the valleys, in the seas, I can hear it in the breeze

(Like a sailor)

When I’m travelling in the seas, I can hear it in the breeze

(Like a sailor)

All aboard to the Kookoo docks

Where all the wonky cuckoos flock

Where cuckoo birds hide from the fox

In coloured wooden cuckoo clocks

Yes all aboard to the Kookoo docks

Where fizzle pops 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 boondock 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

All the slimey serpents climb

And intertwine with violet vines

We’ll travel to the spiral sands

Where wotsits 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 tyres stay

And broken tricycles all lay

Beneath the sky that’s greenest grey

Then we’ll drift to lilly cove

Where Willy Toad, I’m told, once dove

But being such a silly lad

He landed on a lilly 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 away

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

Well 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 Kookoo 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 Kookoo Docks

Where all the wonky cuckoos flock

Where cuckoo birds hide from the fox

In coloured wooden cuckoo clocks

In the valleys, in the seas, I can hear it in the breeze

(Like a sailor)

When I’m travelling in the seas, I can hear it in the breeze

(Like a sailor)

In the valleys, in the seas, I can hear it in the breeze

(Like a sailor)