My Coo-Coo Bird Could Swing – Cab Calloway – letras

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!