In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up to this serenade
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
If you haven't got bananas, don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
For breakfast or dinner time,
For supper, most anytime
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
Each morning the 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
They're roasted, no tiny ones
In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up to this serenade
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
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
Each morning the whistle blows
come buy those peanuts in the shell
Come try those nuts, I eat more than I sell!?
If you're looking for a moral to this song
Fifty million little monkeys can't be wrong
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