Booda Wot Doddy

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nobody knows where it is I been
but you can bet I’m goin’ back again
booda wat doddy
booda wat doddy
wadda bop den
when your number comes round  
oo wop a dee bop baby
the riddim woman rides that sound
she got a hoodoo eyeball drive me wild
wop a bop a doobie
bop a dop bam
Ooh I tell you she does shake it child
doo ba do bop
do bop do bop do bop
whap a do do do bop baby
whop a do da bop baby

I got me a ticket on the night express
them sounds jus’ won’t give me no res’
cool her engines she walk like a queen
wop a bop doobie – It’s a drop dead scene
gon’ to put your dancin’ to the test
join in the ramble, be my guest
ain’t nobody gonna know where I been
but you can bet I’m goin’ back again

got to booda wat doddy
booda wot doddy
wadda bop den
when your number comes round again
Wah doo da bop baby
dooba do bop
she’s long gone
just a little bit crazy

woo bop a dooie
a bop a dop wham
a dop a bop bam

I work with words, sounds and images to come up

with combinations that hopefully do justice to Socrates’

maxim of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

I do believe that the voice is a necessary part of the

full poetic experience, along with music and movement,

even if it’s a movement of the hands or eyes.