California Ramblers The Peanut Vendor Lyrics

The Peanut Vendor Lyrics

In Cuba, each merry maid 

 Wakes up with this serenade 

 Peanuts!  They're nice and hot 

 Peanuts!  I sell alot 

 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 ev'ry city, town, and country lane 

 You'll hear him sing his plaintive little strain 

 And as he goes by to you he'll say: 

 "Big jumbos, big double ones 

 Come buy those peanuts roasted today 

 Come try those freshly roasted today!" 

 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 ev'ry 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 

 "They're roasted, no tiny ones 

 They're toasted, peanuts in the shell 

 Come buy some, I eat more than I sell!" 

 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 alot, 

 "Peanuts! We'll meet again 

 Peanuts! This street again 

 Peanuts!  You'll eat again 

 Your peanut man." 

 That Peanut man's gone