My dad learned this song at Boy Scout Camp or YMCA camp back in the 1920s. He used to sing it to us kids in the 1950s. Here is all I remember of his version. I'm glad to see all the other verses that I have forgotten. Thanks. Hokey Pokey Winky Wum. Parlacom pinky moorly come Hansy tansy whyry rum Down on the Cannibal Islands. The king, he had a little roast. and 40 of his wives, gave up the ghost. and we had crocodiles on toast Down on the cannibal islands. The king he made a chief of me and called me Nora Kirah Kee. and we got gay as gay could be. Down on the cannibal islands.
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