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.