do the hokey trokey
do the hokey trokey
do the hokey trokey
do the hokey trokey
do the hokey trokey
do the hokey trokey
dO the hokey trokey
If I thought I knew what I was doing
I would just start doing something else
Just like when a sticky thing I'm chewing
It's too bad that nothing rhymes with else
The corncobs in the condom are confusing
The bagels in the bedroom are a mess
The apples in the attic are amusing
And I don't have the guts to wear a dress
Peter Piper pickled puny people
Sounds like supervillains I have known
Thursday night we went inside the steeple
And asked the guru for a karma loan
Everybody's searching for the meaning
Of polymorphic tracheotomy
The problem is my mind could use a cleaning
And nobody will offer me some tea