Rowdy Roddy Vintage

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too And up in the nursery an absurd little bird Is popping out to say cuckoo (cuckoo, cuckoo) Regretfully they tell us, but firmly they compel us to say goodnight To you So long Farewell Auf wiedersehen Good night I hate to go and leave this pretty sight So long Farewell Auf wiedersehen Adu Adu adu to you and you and you So long Farewell Au revoir Auf wiedersehen I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne So long Farewell Auf wiedersehen Good bye I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye Goodbye I'm glad to go I can not tell a lie I flit I float I fleety flee I fly The sun Has gone To bed and so must I So long Farewell Auf wiedersehen Good bye Good bye Good bye Good bye