Coo-Coo Lyrics

Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July. I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler and I lay my money down But I never start gamblin' when the cuckoo bird's around, round. Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July. Said Jack O'Diamonds, well Jack O'Diamonds, Lord, I know you of old, Honey you robbed me of my silver and out of my gold.