When Papa Plays Accordion 歌词

When Papa plays the 'cordion ev'rybody dances, When Papa plays the 'cordion in the afternoon, Missus Bopkin chops the meat With a hoompla boompla beat All the people in the street march to Papa's tune, All the little girls and boys drop their books and marbles, Listen to that happy noise going on and on, Grandpas limber up their knees, Taxi horns sing "Pardon, please!" News boys holler melodies to the 'cordion. When Papa plays the 'cordion ev'rybody dances, When Papa plays the 'cordion in the afternoon, Mail man whistles "Ain't that fine!" Waiters hum while people dine, Clothes are dancing on the line and a toy balloon Dances gaily on the air and the kid that had it Kicks his heels and doesn't care where it comes to land, People going diff'rent ways Stop and smile and do sashays All the time when Papa plays his accordion. When Papa plays the 'cordion ev'rybody dances, When Papa plays the 'cordion in the afternoon.