There's a little miss , that I'd love to kiss
but listen close and hear me ,
she's not my only love , I have another love
and she'll just have to share me .
Boys , she's five feet tall , high heels and all
and she already knows
she has some competition in the composition
of a polka on an old banjo .
Polka on the banjo , make them five strings hot ,
polka on the banjo , here before I've got ,
polka on the banjo , watch them fingers go ,
I want a song I guess , the one that I love best
is a polka on an old banjo .
And when they start the band she takes me by the hand
and I begin to swing her
she know I never miss a chance to steal a kiss
or dance a polka with her .
I don't speak a word once I have heard
the song that I love so .
She's caught in the middle , she plays a second fiddle
to a polka on an old banjo .
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