(Buster Harding)
Transcribed from Cab Calloway and His Orchestra with vocals by Cab Calloway
and band chorus, recorded September 10, 1941.
From Cab
Calloway and His Orchestra 1941-1942; The Chronological Classics 682.
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!
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