What My Spy Boy Said

Suppose a post was added saying hey pocky way
Suppose it followed another with an iko iko ai nay
Suppose the posts led one to believe
that jacomo ika nay jacomo fina nay

Suppose we took such talk to the White House
Formed a dancing posse, five million or more
Maybe ten million, maybe one hundred million
Maybe we could dance up the driveway and get in

Suppose we trampled the flower beds
Suppose we went inside the big stumble and cried
RamaLamaDingDong the witch just fled
We circled around back to find him cowering

Suppose we stood there singing our hearts down
Our ears to the windows waiting for his minions
Suppose he did not hear us quite naturally
Suppose he had a heart attack and fell over dead

Suppose rock and roll slew his trembling ass
Suppose we had stew for dinner on his leftover dime
Iko Iko, hey pocky way we sang like butchers
Jacomo Fino on our minds and tongues

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onward,
T