Papa Cuckoo Songtext
von Ben Ottewell

From the Laurels
Across the road
Fell on hard times and don′t you know?
Hung his fate on that brass bed post

Papa Cuckoo is all alone

Half glimpsed shadows across the room
Faded photos sent to you
Count your numbers, say your prayers
Light a candle, he's still there

Cling tight to that brass bed post
Call out for Jesus Christ, our Holy Ghost
Cradle lies and penance for them too
Papa Cuckoo, he calls to you


Chasing shadows
Chasing his shadow

He comes all dressed in black
He comes all dressed in white
Makes drums from skulls and bones
Levitates on rays of light
And he does that crazy dance
It′s an otherworldly sight
And he make you sway and faint
When you meet him some dark night


Cling tight to that brass bed post
Call out for Jesus Christ
Call to the Holy Ghost
Count up your trespasses, your benedictions too
He's still there
Papa Cuckoo
Papa Cuckoo