| 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! |