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: