| 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’re 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 the whistle blows
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| (through every city, town and country lane
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| You 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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| (Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
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| (Come buy those) peanuts roasted today
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| (Come buy those freshly roasted today)
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| If you’re looking for a moral to this song
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| 50 million monkeys can’t be wrong
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| (Peanuts do bop do bop)
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| (Peanuts do bop do bop)
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| (Peanuts do bop do bop)
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| (In Cuba his smiling face is welcome most anyplace)
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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 dinnertime)
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| For supper (most anytime)
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| The 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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| (Are you more than I sell)
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| If an apple keeps the doctor from your door
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| Peanuts ought to keep him from you even more
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| (Peanuts) we’ll meet again
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| This street again
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| We’ll eat again
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| You Peanut Man, that peanut man’s gone
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| (Peanut, peanut, peanut) |