We stole his bird,
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Coo-coo!
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A mighty fine bird,
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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We stole this bird from the coo-coo clock, and Brother Treadway put it in hoc.
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Stop all trains, close all roads,
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There's a mystery up in Harlem way.
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So just relax and take it slow,
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Please dig what I have to say:
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Now, who stole the bird from the coo-coo clock?
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My coo-coo bird could swing.
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At three o' clock he'd come on the hour,
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And here's the way he'd sing:
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Coo-coo!
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Coo-coo!
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Coo-coo!
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My coo-coo bird could swing.
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See? My little bird couldn't eat no food,
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He only loved to swing.
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At six o' clock, he'd come on the hour,
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And here's the way he'd sing:
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Coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo!
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He only loved to swing.
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Now, who stole the bird?
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Won't you bring him on back?
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That bird could solid swing.
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At nine o' clock he'd come on out,
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And here's the way he'd sing:
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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My coo-coo bird could swing.
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I want my coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
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My coo-coo bird could swing!
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My Coo-Coo Bird Could Swing
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Cab Calloway |