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The Band Played On
Casey would waltz
With a strawberry blonde,
And the Band played on,
He'd glide 'cross the floor
With the girl he ador'd,
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.
Written by John Palmer
Courtesy of
Frank Petersohn
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