Polka on the Banjo

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.
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 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.
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 And when they start the band
 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.
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 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.
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 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.