Ring, ring the banjo
I like that good old sound

Oh when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I wanna be in that number

Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around, you'll love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
Chicago, the town that Mart Faye could not shut down

On High Street, that's my street I just want to say
They do things that they don't do on Broadway, say

They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, my home town

Come and tell me honey, just how much you love me
You made me love you
I didn't want to do, I didn't want to do
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess I always knew it
You made happy sometimes, you made me glad
Then again there were times dear that
You made me feel so very very sad
My darling, You made me sigh for
You didn't want to tell me, I didn't want to tell you
I need some love, that's true
I know you do, you know I do
Give me, give me, give me, give me
What I cry for
You know you got the brand of kisses
That I die for
You know you made me love you

Oh Mr Mercer, Oh Mr Mercer
What's that game the people play out on the links
With a stick they hit a ball
Where it can't be found at all
And the caddy walks around and thinks and thinks

Oh Mr Francis, Oh Mr Francis
I've played it often I know what you mean
It's a very well known game
Then tell me what's it's name
Is it tiddlywinks Mr Tony
No, it's ping pong Mr Dai

Oh put your arms around me honey
Hold me tight
Cuddle up and cuddle up with all your might
Oh, my, my, my my, won't you roll those eyes
Eyes that I just idolize

When they look at me, my heart begins to float
Then it starts a rockin' like a motor boat
Oh, oh, I never knew
Any girl like you

And if you wanna go where the Swanee River flows
I wanna be there
Down where the garden blossom grows
I wanna se there
My little sister Flo keepin' time with Uncle Joe
Singing a song and raggin' on his old banjo
I see my dear old Mother
Oh lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy how I love my mother
When the birds are singing in the wildwood
My happy childhood, comes back once more
My heart is sure
That why I gotta get back where they care for me
Every night they say a little prayer for me
Down where the Swanee River flows
I wanna be there
Down where the Swanee River flows

There's gonna be a jubilee
There's gonna be a big jubilee
Oh lord I wanna be, wanna be
In that number, hallelujah
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I wanna be in, I wanna be in
That everlasting number
When the saints go marching in

There's gonna be a jubilee
When the saints go marching in
Yeah
