Hoop-Dee-Doo

Kay Starr · Ultimate Collection [2007]

Hoop-De-Do, Hoop-De-Do

I hear a polka and my troubles are through

Hoop-De-Do, Hoop-De-De

This kind of music is like heaven to me

Hoop-De-Do, Hoop-De-Do

It's got me higher than a kite

Hand me down my soup and fish, I am gonna get my wish

Hoop-De-Doin' it tonight



(When there's a trombone playin', ra-ta-da-da-da)

I get a thrill, I always will

(When there's a concertina stretchin' out a mile)

I always smile 'cause that's my style

When there's a fiddle in the middle oh it really is a riddle how he

plays a tune so sweet

Plays a tune so sweet that I could die

Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more

'Cause I'm a Hoop-Dee-Doin' kind of guy



When there's a fiddle in the middle oh it really is a riddle how he

plays a tune so sweet

Plays a tune so sweet that I could die

(Orchestral Break)



Hoop-De-Do, (Hoop-De-Do)

Hoop-De-Doo, (Hoop-De-Do)

I hear a polka



and my troubles are through)

Hoop-De-De, (Hoop-Dee-Do)

Hoop-De-De, (Hoop-De-De)

This kind of music



Is like heaven to me

Hoop-De-Do (Hoop-De-Do)

Hoop-De-Do (Hoop-De-Do)

It's got me higher than a kite

I'm in clover, I'm in bloom

When I'm dancin' give me room

Hoop-de-doin' it with all of my might



Rain may fall and snow may come

Nothin's gonna stop me from

Hoop-De-Doin' it tonight