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Best of Big Pokey, Pt. 1-2 (Big Pokey) · Pokey in the Bobo (Baby Snufkin) · Circle Dance: The Hokey Pokey Charity Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do the Hokey Pokey: Learning with Action Songs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey [Bonus Tracks] (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Linda Thompson) – and 90 other albums »


all right, all right
Hokey Pokey made her feel all right

Well, some like it round, and some like it flat
And some like a poke or two
But everybody
feel alright, alright
Hokey Pokey made her feel alright

Well, some like it round and some like it flat
And some like a poke or two
But everybody
her feel all right, all right
Hokey Pokey made her feel all right

Well, some like it round, and some like it flat
And some like a poke or two
But
thought

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

What if life is just a cosmic
(chorus)
You put your left foot in 
You take your left foot out
You put your left foot in
Then just walk it on out
Do that hokey pokey(x4)
You put
Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds 

Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey, do
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
the block
With glocks and chops, it gotta stop, but it's not

[Big Pokey]
The word on the streets, is back at home
As soon as he see you, he gone put one in
Big shiny jet plane in the sky 
Please drop us off as we go by 
We're an American band
And everything is rockin' out of control 
When we hit
Girl, I can't understand you
You're like reading a big fat book in Hebrew
I can tell by the way you drool
You don't mean to be cruel
Oh baby
floating floating
Floating floating floating

Got a love so huge 
A big big love
In a big big cave

[Chorus]

'Cause love flies by
See it flying by
a freebee
But he's such a pokey little guy
Wait, I hear big footsteps

Thud, thumping out of the past
That big dumb guy is here at last 
That big dumb
ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.

Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be	, all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be	 nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they call us Yankees,
Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey
With the skillet
a motherfucker,
With the ganstass nicknames,
Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,
True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
bitch on the side, drivin' the '73
Fa sho, niggaz know I'm 330 on the scale
All about my motherfucking mail

[Big Pokey]
I'm a game spitter, the way I spit it ain't a thang
Record sales
In the north they call us rebels
In the south they call us yankees
Because every other sucker's born
To do the hokey pokey
With the skillet
Feel this, uh what
Come on, uh...

[Big Pokey]
I can't lie, you the one for me
I'm your roof when it rain, be up under me
I'm the one that you
On a Sunday night I might bang me some babes
[Paul Wall talking]
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
[Paul Wall]
It's the people's champ, I'm
I get mad wicked, (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker 
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 
Cause my brain is
with karaoke
I get the crowd goin' when I sing the hokey pokey
I shake it to the
left and then I shake it to the right
What's not to love, man I'm
drunk
From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
No doubt, toast your coast
Reppin the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto
On a Sunday night I might bang me some babes
[Paul Wall talking]
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
[Paul Wall]
It's the people's champ, I'm