In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts! They뭨e nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell alot
If you haven뭪 got bananas, don뭪 be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don뭪 waste them, no tummy ache
You뭠l taste them when you awake
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor뭩 on his way
At dawning that whistle blows
Through ev뭨y city, town, and country lane
You뭠l hear him sing his plaintive little strain
And as he goes by to you he뭠l say:
밄ig jumbos, big double ones
Come buy those peanuts roasted today
Come try those freshly roasted today!?
If you뭨e looking for a moral to this song
Fifty million little monkeys can뭪 be wrong
In Cuba, his smiling face
Is welcome most ev뭨y place
Peanuts! They hear him cry
Peanuts! They all reply
If you뭨e looking for an early morning treat
Get some double jointed peanuts good to eat
For breakfast or dinner time
For supper, most anytime
A merry twinkle in his eye
He뭩 got a way that makes you buy
Each morning that whistle blows
The little children like to trail along
They love to hear the peanut vendor뭩 song
They all laugh with glee when he will say
밫hey뭨e roasted, no tiny ones
They뭨e toasted, peanuts in the shell
Come buy some, I eat more than I sell!?
If an apple keeps the doctor from your door
Peanuts ought to keep him from you ever more
In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts! They뭨e nice and hot,
Peanuts! I sell alot,
밣eanuts! We뭠l meet again
Peanuts! This street again
Peanuts! You뭠l eat again
Your peanut man.?
That Peanut man뭩 gone.