Kookoo Docks

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)