Jim Kweskin - The Cuckoo текст песни

[Chorus]
Well, the cuckoo, she's a fine bird
And she warbles as she flys
And she never hollers, "Cuckoo"
Till the fourth day of July

Well, I've played cards in England
And I've played cards up in Spain
And I'll bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you, very next game

Jack a'Diamonds, Jack a'Diamonds
Well, I know you of old
Well, you rob my poor pocket
Of my silver and my gold

Sometimes I wonder
What makes women love men
And sometimes I wonder
What makes men love them

Gonna build me a castle
On the mountain so high
So I can, see my Marilyn
As she goes on by

Chorus