No Siree Bob
You say you're five foot six,
I think your yard sticks fixed.
You say you're five foot six
and your charm is not worn out!
You're singin' okey dokey
and I'm singin holy smokie.
No sir, I won't go OUT!
You put your toupee on.
I take your toupee off.
You put your toupee on.
and you're dancin' all about.
You're singin' okey dokey
and I'm singin' holy smokie,
no sir, I won't go OUT!
You put your false teeth in.
You take your false teeth out.
You put your false teeth in
and my face begins to pout.
You're singin' okey dokey
and I'm singin' holy smokie,
no sir, I won't go OUT!
*Please SING to the Hokie Pokey
[Feel free to add verse or do a man's take :P]
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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