Dawn in Albany statesmen are still asleep
The first noise heard through the dew: "cuckoo!"
A rattle follows, the coroner's office glows
This is my portrait of you, Cuckoo

Cuckoo is your given name
Christened in the solitude of fame
Ah! Friends as such! Whose love is without touch
All four horsemen are you, Cuckoo, Cuckoo

Cuckoo, like Brughel's Miser in the frame
Quite literally, you're insane
A cop-out so flippantly talked about
Stand up, here comes your cue: "cuckoo! cuckoo!"