Ho Hoe Down Vassallo Style

Weeeeel, It's friday night And I got my fiddle Alfred's here And he starting to niggle I said call the dance And make those folks wiggle Here at the Soup hoe down He stood at the mike And started talkin' silly with a Do-se-do Just like a Hillbilly With an allemande left Hypocrites to the right Sashay now, well into the night Then He called a promenade With a roll away Cause He never made a poem That made Poem of the Day With a see-saw-taw And a circle to the line Freddie slip the clutch And said good-bye to the grind