| Theres a garden, what a garden |
| Only happy faces bloom there |
| And theres never any room |
| For a worry or a gloom |
| Theres music, and theres dancing |
| And a lot of sweet romancing |
| When they play the polka |
| They all get in the swing |
| Everytime you hear that oom-pah-pah |
| Everbody feels so tra-la-la-la |
| They only want to come back for one thing |
| They crowd around and sing trolly-olly-ay |
| And you hear that rumble on the floor |
| Its a big (ha ha ha ha) surprise youre waiting for |
| Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring |
| (spoken: come on everybody get up and form a ring. thats |
| The way, everybody get up and form a big ring. thats the way. |
| Then all at once you form a ring. everybody get up and form a Ring. heres a tenth of everybody…) |
| For miles around, youll hear them sing |
| Roll out the barrel, well have a barrel of fun |
| Roll out the barrel, weve got the blues on the run |
| Zing boom terrara |
| Join in a glass of good cheer |
| Now its time to roll the barrel |
| For the gangs all here (spoken: take it away boys!) |