(Bill Faier)      Who will get a song of the coo coo   Who will get a bark of the dog   Who will see the stars, who will point to Mars   Who will taste the smell of the fog?      Who will pick the strings of the banjo   Who will feel the heat of the sun   Who will whisper words like I love you   When this old world is gone?      I've built me a house in the country   Beside it I plant me a vine   How long it grows God only knows   Will I be around to see it climb.      But if I should marry my darling   And my darling gives me a son   Will he get a song of the coo coo   Before this world is done.      Who can answer these questions   Who knows the facts of the case   There is a man answers in his hand   In your mirror you can see his face.      This world is ours for the taking   Or this world will soon burn away   And in you and I and the coo coo   We will have had our day...