Hoop-de-do - Doris Day

Hoop-de-do, hoop-de-do

I hear a polka and my troubles are through

Hoop-de-do, hoop-de-do

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

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