Jim Kweskin - The Cuckoo lyrics

[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