Showing posts with label Hokey Cokey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hokey Cokey. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Kraftwerk

 

Kraftwerk

I have to thank Lyssa Medana for bringing this clip to my attention. Kraftwerk is not a group one would associate with something as frivolous as the Hokey Cokey and yet, here they are, performing with Bill Bailey. 

Incidentally, Bill Bailey is an honorary member of  the Society of Crematorium Organists.

Monday, 14 July 2025

The Hokey Cokey

 

 The Hokey Cokey

Continuing the dancing theme, we come to the Hokey Cokey. According to where you live in the world, it is called the Hokey Pokey (Australia, USA), the boogie woogie (Denmark), Rucki-Zucki (Germany) and in Mexico, it is known as the Hockey Pockey.

I don’t know if anyone ever sings and plays it now. It used to be a staple at children’s school parties, but today’s youngsters are far too sophisticated for such nonsense. It’s believed to have folk dance origins from 1826, according to Wikipedia. I was astonished to discover that it had become a hit in the record charts, not once, but twice in the 1980s. That’s forty years after it first became popular with the public.


You put your left foot in,
Your left foot out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about.
You do the hokey cokey and you turn around,
That’s what it’s all about.
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Knees bend, arms stretch,
Rah, rah, rah!


The Washington Post Style Invitational, or simply Invite, now defunct as a column since 2022, was an established weekly humour competition. It received the following, winning entry for something written in the style of Shakespeare. It’s not easy to sing, but do try!

 

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe,
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl,
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl,
The Hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt,
Verily, I say, ‘tis what it’s all about.


The Style Invitational or SI was renamed ‘The Invitational’ and found a new home on Substack. It can be found at The Gene Pool, GeneWeingarten.substack.com.

There is also a Facebook group, called Style Invitational Devotees. Anyone joining has their name anagrammed by members.

This YouTube video shows the Hokey Cokey being danced by some young children. All human character is there – the bold, the shy, the leader, the follower, the one who holds back, the one who’d rather follow his own path . .

Friday, 22 June 2012

The Hokey Cokey


The Hokey Cokey is a great party song and dance and a favourite at school parties. Younger children enjoy it and may perhaps learn their left from their right, though that is debateable . . .

Older children, from eight or nine years old, particularly boys, regard it as an opportunity to demonstrate their strength and speed and the whole thing can get dangerously out of handJ


Bethan sent me this version of the Hokey Cokey – it’s not very easy to sing!!

The Hokey Pokey (or Hokey Cokey) Shakespearean style

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt.
Verily, I say, ‘tis what it’s all about.





The young people in the clip seem to be learning the dance – I hope they assimilated the moves by the end of the song which goes thus:

You put your whole self in,
Your whole self out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about.
You do the hokey cokey and you turn around,
That’s what it’s all about.
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Oh, hokey cokey cokey,
Knees bend, arms stretch,
Rah, rah, rah!

Now I have a feeling I shall be singing this for the rest of the day. How about you?