Swimmin' in the slime Peelin' off th' dock Baby got a purple skirt that is polka-dot Beauty in decay can be the only way when you are not Wind is blowin
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik] Look at me decrepit old man, Bent by hundred years weight, Beaten many times by whims of fate. From the dawn until the sunset
Polka polka in the eye Polka in the eye Beat your partner to the ground Polka in the eye Beat your partner up and down Up and down and round Eyebrow,
tell the people what she wore It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini that she wore for the first time today an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka
"So what?" was said to you About last night None of it makes sense to read aloud You heard it Once or twice before But I can't comprehend This place
People of Earth, when you dance, dance the Dada Polka Life is only a dream When in the mood for romance dance the Dada Polka Be as cute as you seem Gyrate
Come on and play the sailors' polka Make way for Navy blue Oh how the girls love to polka With a sailor who's tried and true Where there is music and
Pocas palabras para tu gente No hay mucho que decir tu problema es urgente Sigues pensando que estas en la cima Y a toda tu raza ya la tienes encima
END " Sehr schön Heinz schönchen. SO LISTEN NOW GIVE ME YOUR HAND " Aber wir wir lieben das Deutsche! Die polka jawoll! Und ab geht die Post
there's never any room there For a worry or a gloom there Oh, there's music and there's dancing And a lot of sweet romancing When they play the polka
ve got them polka dot blues, oh, them polka dot blues Lost my hat and my coat and my straight-laced shoes Sold my watch and went back to lose The mean old gambling polka
old The merry Christmas polka The merry Christmas polka This is Christmas season so there isn't any reason We can't dance the Christmas polka Hear
A country dance was being held in a garden I felt a bump and heard an, ?Oh, beg your pardon? Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams All around the pug
I pin myself against the walls Stationed like a horse in stall Just wishing, they might call me art There I hung in the hall Collecting dust that's all
Wach your step polka Wach your step polka Wach your ... step Wach your step polka Wach your step polka Wach your ... Step
them polka dot blues the polka dot blues I lost my hat and my coat and my straight lace shoes I sold my watch and went back to lose the mean old gambling polka
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(D. Lindley-R. Cooder) Instrumental