Medley with”And the Band Played On”
In the good old summertime. In the good old summertime. Strollin’ through the shady lanes with my baby, mine.
I hold her hand and she holds mine, and that’s a very good sign. That she’s my tootsy-wootsy in the good old summertime.
Continue on to The Band Played On
And The Band Played On
Casey would waltz with the strawberry blond, 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 curl, and the band played on.
