[1]

When I was but a little child I played with ev'ry kid.
And always at the very games my father would for bid.
I used to be so very good till father went away.
And when the kids would come around, they'd always hear me say.

[R]

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
He's not there to see!

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
Come and play with me,

To myself I always say,
When the cat has gone away,
That's the time the mice will play
Hoop-la-la Papa!"

[2]

When I grew up I grew to know, a fascinating man.
Who catered to my ev'ry whim until in debt he ran.
And in return for all he did he'd sometimes get a kiss.
A thing that's apt to happen when you sing a song like this.

[R]

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
He's not there to see!

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
Come and play with me,

To myself I always say,
When the cat has gone away,
That's the time the mice will play
Hoop-la-la Papa!"

[3]

And now no matter who they are, you meet in gay Paree.
They seem to pattern all they do exactly after me.
Some say "They don't go far enough!" And others, "Much too far!"
At any rate they cultivate my, Hoop-la-la, Papa!"

[R]

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
He's not there to see!

Hoopla
Father doesn't care,
Come and play with me,

To myself I always say,
When the cat has gone away,
That's the time the mice will play
Hoop-la-la Papa!"

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