My Coo Coo Bird - Cab Calloway

We stole his bird

Coo-coo!

A mighty fine bird

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

We stole this bird from the coo-coo clock, and Brother Treadway put it in hoc

Stop all trains, close all roads

There’s a mystery up in Harlem way

So just relax and take it slow

Please dig what I have to say:

Now, who stole the bird from the coo-coo clock?

My coo-coo bird could swing

At three o' clock he’d come on the hour

And here’s the way he’d sing:

Coo-coo!

Coo-coo!

Coo-coo!

My coo-coo bird could swing

See?

My little bird couldn’t eat no food

He only loved to swing

At six o' clock, he’d come on the hour

And here’s the way he’d sing:

Coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo!

He only loved to swing

Now, who stole the bird?

Won’t you bring him on back?

That bird could solid swing

At nine o' clock he’d come on out

And here’s the way he’d sing:

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

My coo-coo bird could swing

I want my coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!

My coo-coo bird could swing!