Casey would waltz With the strawberry blonde And the band played on. He'd glide 'cross the floor With the girl he'd adore And the band played on. But his brain was so loaded It nearly exploded The poor girl Would shake with alarm He'd ne'er leave the girl With the strawberry curl And the band played on.
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