| Hoop-de-do, hoop-de-do
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| I hear a polka and my troubles are through
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| Hoop-de-do, hoop-de-do
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| This kind of music is like heaven to me
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| Hoop-de-do, hoop-de-do
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| It’s got me higher than a kite
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| Hand me down my soup and fish
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| I am gonna get my wish
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| Hoop-de-doin' it tonight
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| (When there’s a trombone playin', ra-ta-da-da-da)
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| I get a thrill, I always will
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| (When there’s a concertina stretchin' out a mile)
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| I always smile 'cause that’s my style
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| When there’s a fiddle in the middle
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| Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet
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| Plays a tune so sweet that I could die
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| Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more
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| 'Cause I’m a hoop-dee-doin' kind of guy
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| When there’s a fiddle in the middle
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| Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet
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| Plays a tune so sweet that I could die
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| Hoop-de-do
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| (Hoop-de-do)
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| Hoop-de-doo
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| (Hoop-de-do)
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| I hear a polka
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| (And my troubles are through)
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| Hoop-de-de
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| (Hoop-dee-do)
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| Hoop-de-de
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| (Hoop-de-de)
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| This kind of music
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| Is like heaven to me
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| Hoop-de-do
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| (Hoop-de-do)
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| Hoop-de-do
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| (Hoop-de-do)
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| It’s got me higher than a kite
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| I’m in clover, I’m in bloom
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| When I’m dancin' give me room
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| Hoop-de-doin' it with all of my might
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| Rain may fall and snow may come
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| Nothin’s gonna stop me from
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| Hoop-de-doin' it tonight |