There's a garden, what a garden

Only happy faces bloom there

And there's never any room

For a worry or a gloom

There's music, and there's dancing

And a lot of sweet romancing

When they play the polka

They all get in the swing

Everytime you hear that oom-pah-pah

Everbody feels so tra-la-la-la

They only want to come back for one thing

They crowd around and sing trolly-olly-ay

And you hear that rumble on the floor

It's a big (ha ha ha ha) surprise you're waiting for

Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring

(spoken: come on everybody get up and form a ring. that's

The way, everybody get up and form a big ring. that's the way.

Then all at once you form a ring. everybody get up and form a

Ring. here's a tenth of everybody....)

For miles around, you'll hear them sing



Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun

Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run

Zing boom terrara

Join in a glass of good cheer

Now it's time to roll the barrel

For the gang's all here (spoken: take it away boys!)