His name was Ole Swanson,
he came down from Wisconsin
He settled on the banks of the Rio Grande
And there he met Chiquita,
Decided he would win her heart in hand
But he never got the chance
Cause she went to the dance
And they never played a polka
All he could do was polka
And so it almost broke his heart in two
And while the band was playing
She was whirlin', twirlin', swayin'
For Swanson he would sit alone, sit blue
Then he couldn't stand no more
So he took Chiquita's hand
And yelled out from the floor
to the leader of the band
He said now play for me one polka,
Cause I can't do the square dance
So play for me one polka mister,
With their muchachos, Donados and Tres
And at his brunch of grandy,
every day is fine and dandy
They do the polka all around the place
how he won Chiquita's hand
to the leader of the band
He said, now play for me one polka,
But I can't do those waltzes
So play for me one polka, mister,
