The Peanut Vendor

(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop) (Peanut, do-bop-do-bop) In Cuba, each merry maid wakes up with this serenade Peanuts (they're nice and hot) Peanuts (he sells a lot of peanuts) 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're awake) For at the very break of day The peanut vendor's on his way At dawning the whistle blows (Through every city, town and country lane) (You hear him sing his plaintive little strain) And as he goes by to you, he'll say (Big jumbos) big jumbo ones (Come buy those) peanuts roasted today (Come buy those freshly roasted today) If you're looking for a moral to this song 50 million little monkeys can't be wrong (Peanut, do-bop-do-bop) (Peanut, do-bop-do-bop) (Peanut, do-bop-do-bop) (In Cuba, his smiling face is welcome most anyplace) (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 dinnertime) For supper (most anytime) The merry twinkle in his eye He's got a way that makes you buy (Each morning) that whistle blows (Are you more than I sell?) If an apple keeps the doctor from your door Peanuts ought to keep him from you even more (Peanuts) we'll meet again This street again (Peanuts) we'll eat again You Peanut Man, that peanut man's gone (Peanut, peanut, peanut)