There`s a garden, what a garden, only happy faces bloom there,
And there`s never any room there for a worry or a gloom there.
Oh there`s music, and there`s dancing, and a lot of sweet romancing,
When they play the polka, they all get in the swing.
Everytime they hear the oom-pah-pah, everybody fells so tra-la-la-la.
They want to throw their cares away, they all go lad-de-ya-ya-yay.
When they hear a rumble on the floor, it`s the big surprise they`re
waiting for,
And all the couples form a ring, for miles around you`ll hear them sing.
Roll out the barrel, roll out the barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel, we`ve got the blues on the run.
Zing, boom, tararrel!
Ring out the song of good cheer,
Now`s the time to roll the barrel, for the gang`s all here