Текст песни
I unearthed a transistor radio
Connected it to a tiny generator
Filled it with old paraffin
I feared it had gone bad
But the tiny lamps lit up
So I turned the tuner and found a signal
A crackling voice told me a weather forecast
The likes of which I'd never heard
A cuckoo storm is on
A cuckoo storm is on
A cuckoo storm is on its way
A cuckoo storm is on its way