Now there's a sweet young miss
That I like to kiss.
Listen folks and hear me.
She's not my only love.
I have another love
And she'll just have to share me.

But she's five foot tall,
Work boots and all.
But she already knows
She has some competition
In a composition
Called the Polka on an Old Banjo.

Polka on the Banjo
Make that five-string hot.
Polka on the Banjo
Give it all you've got.
Polka on the Banjo
Watch them fingers go.
Of all the songs I guess
The one that I love best
Is the Polka on an old Banjo.

And you start to bend
She takes you by the hand
And I begin to swing her
She knows I'd never miss
A chance to steal a kiss
Or dance the polka with her.

But I don't speak a word
Once I have heard
The one thing I love so.
She's caught in the middle,
Playing second fiddle
To a Polka on an Old banjo.

Polka on the Banjo
Make that five-string hot.
Polka on the Banjo
Give it all you've got.
Polka on the Banjo
Watch them fingers go.
Of all the songs I guess
The one that I love best
Is the Polka on an old Banjo.

Polka on the Banjo
Make that five-string hot.
Polka on the Banjo
Is that all you've got?
Polka on the Banjo
Watch them fingers go.
Of all the songs I guess
The one that I love best
Is the Polka on an old Banjo.


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