Hokey Pokey Verbal Proficiency

Okey dokey
do the hokey pokey
write my name and song down on the square:
karaoke

throw a little salt down
smile, you're a circus clown
keep it light and simple for the fans;
hide the real frown

frustrate ingrate
say too much they migrate
shut the mouth and let it slide again
yeah I'm first rate

Shout loud real proud
say the words calm the crowd
speak the truth be cryptic because that's what
it's all about

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