Perry Como - Hoop-dee-doo - Текст песни

Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo
I hear a polka and my troubles are through
Hoop-Dee-Dee, Hoop-Dee-Dee
This kind of music is like heaven to me
Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo
Has got me higher than a kite
Hand me down my soup and fish, I am gonna get my wish
Hoop-Dee-Doin' it tonight

When there's a trombone playin' I get a thrill, I always will
When there's a concertina stretched about 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

(Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-Dee-Doo
(Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-De-Doo
(I hear a polka and my troubles are through)-ha, ha, ha, ha
(Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-Dee-Doo
(Hoop-Dee-Dee) Hoop-De-Dee