Hoop‐Dee‐Doo Songtext
von 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