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Now there's a sweet young miss |
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That I like to kiss. |
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Listen folks and hear me. |
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She's not my only love. |
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I have another love |
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And she'll just have to share me. |
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But she's five foot tall, |
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Work boots and all. |
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But she already knows |
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She has some competition |
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In a composition |
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Called the Polka on an Old Banjo. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Make that five-string hot. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Give it all you've got. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Watch them fingers go. |
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Of all the songs I guess |
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The one that I love best |
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Is the Polka on an old Banjo. |
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And you start to bend |
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She takes you by the hand |
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And I begin to swing her |
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She knows I'd never miss |
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A chance to steal a kiss |
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Or dance the polka with her. |
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But I don't speak a word |
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Once I have heard |
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The one thing I love so. |
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She's caught in the middle, |
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Playing second fiddle |
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To a Polka on an Old banjo. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Make that five-string hot. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Give it all you've got. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Watch them fingers go. |
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Of all the songs I guess |
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The one that I love best |
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Is the Polka on an old Banjo. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Make that five-string hot. |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Is that all you've got? |
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Polka on the Banjo |
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Watch them fingers go. |
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Of all the songs I guess |
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The one that I love best |
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Is the Polka on an old Banjo. |
