Casey would waltz with the strawberry blonde
And the band played on.
He'd glide 'cross the floor with the girl he adored,
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 curls,
And the band played on.
Writer(s): Marshall Bowen, John Edmund Palmer, Charles B. Ward
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