Cab Calloway, Hi-De-Ho Man

Hi-De-Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!

(Hi-De-Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!)

Whoa-Whoa-Whoah-Whoah-Whoa!

(Whoa-Whoa-Whoah-Whoah-Whoa!)

When that sax begins to blow

I know where I gots to go

I gots to star in my own show

Cause I feel it in my soul

Give the people what they know

Get them beggin’ for some mo’

So I start to tap my toes

And I proudly lift my nose

Then you know I’m in the throes

Of that Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!