Below is an example of what Popeye would scat to himself while walking casually down the street, oblivious to the impending peril posed by Brutus.
As far as I know, the only people that are as familiar with this as I are several familiy members and close friends (except for the cartoon workers who wrote it). We often recite the Popeye scat together for a chuckle, or even to achieve serious bonding. Perhaps the most significant role it played was when 10 members of my extended family stood in a circle and performed a solemn recitation of the scat at my Grandpa's mountain-top memorial service. Gramps had loved that mountain (see track #9 on our CD) and had always been blown away when my cousin, Chris, and I barked these strange syllables at him.
I'm in the process of figuring out how to incorporate this into my music. Please send your suggestions.