Pickle up a Doodle - Teresa Brewer

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

Did you ever hear the story

Of Belinda Onlyque

She was courted by the devil

And she didn’t know what to do

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

So Belinda got to thinking

She would be the devil’s wife

It was better that than being

An old maid all her life

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

So Belinda told the devil

Sir, if I should marry you

Would you treat me like the devil

Or like better husbands do

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

So the devil told Belinda

Now I’ll fetch a load of bricks

And I’ll build for you, a mansion

Right upon that fiddle sticks

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

So the devil took Belinda and

He claimed her with a kiss

And no one has ever seen her

From that fatal day to this

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

Now they say that she would

Still be living as the devil’s wife

For he spends his time

Far away from marriage strife

But he won’t come

Courting in the evening

He came a-courting

Every evening

With a ho double hoop shaw

Riggle laba dope and the

Doodle and the daddle

And the puff of my smoke

And the heaping and the huffing

And the chicken and the choking

And the pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day

Pickle up a doodle

In the middle of the day