Popeye Songtext
von Chubby Checker

(Hit it, tight)

(Popeye)

Standing on the side of the street, uh-huh
(Hit it, tight)

(Popeye)
Clappin′ both his hands to the beat, oh, yeah
(Hit it, tight)

Hey (Popeye)
Tryin' hard to grab a ride (Popeye)
Tryin′ but no come a-ride
They go by, hey (Popeye)

Well, now, clap your hands
And rub your front
That's how the Popeye dance is done

(Popeye)
Standing there and it's gettin′ cold, oh, yeah
(Hit it, tight)


(Popeye)
Shakin′ now to warm up his soul, ah-ha-ha
(Hit it, tight)

Hey (Popeye)
Double time and without time (Popeye)
Tryin' but nobody come
They go by, hey (Popeye)

Well, now, clap your hands
And rub your front
That′s how the Popeye dance is done (Yeah)
Woo

(Popeye)
Standin' there and it′s gettin' late, oh, yeah
(Hit it, tight)

(Popeye)
Dancin′ there and he's movin' great, oh, yeah
(Hit it, tight)

Hey (Popeye)
Sees a gorgeous chick drive by (Popeye)
Sees her stop and hollers, "Hi"
That might be God
Don′t you know ′em? (Popeye)


Well, now, clap your hands
And rub your front
That's how the Popeye dance is done

Popeye (Hit it, tight)

Hey (Hit it, tight)
Well, let me tell you, gonna follow, follow, follow, follow