The Peanut Vendor

In Cuba, each merry maid Wakes up with this serenade Peanuts! They're nice and hot Peanuts! I sell a lot If you haven't got bananas, don't be blue Peanuts in a little bag are calling you Don't waste them, no tummy ache You'll taste them when you awake For at the very break of day The peanut vendor's on his way At dawning that whistle blows Through every city, town, and country lane You'll hear him sing his plaintive little strain And as he goes by to you he'll say: â??Big jumbos, big double ones Come buy those peanuts roasted today Come try those freshly roasted today!â?? If you're looking for a moral to this song Fifty million little monkeys can't be wrong In Cuba, his smiling face Is welcome most every place Peanuts! They hear him cry Peanuts! They all reply If you're 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 He's 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 vendor's song They all laugh with glee when he will say â??They're roasted, no tiny ones They're toasted, peanuts in the shell Come buy some, I eat more than I sell!â?? 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! They're nice and hot, Peanuts! I sell a lot, â??Peanuts! We'll meet again Peanuts! This street again Peanuts! You'll eat again Your peanut man.â?? That Peanut man's gone.