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