Текст песни On The Rocks - Peanut vendor

In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this every day
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
If you haven't got bananas, don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
For breakfast or dinner time
For supper, most anytime
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
each morning that whistle blows
Through every city, town, and country lane
You'll hear him sing his plaintive little strain
And as he goes by to you he'll say:
Big jumbos, big double ones
They're roasted, no tiny ones
Peanuts!
Peanuts!
In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this every day
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
If you haven't got bananas, don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them, no tummy ache
You'll taste them when you awake
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
each morning that whistle blows
Come buy those peanuts
Come buy those nuts
If you're looking for a moral to this song
Fifty million little monkeys can't be wrong
Peanuts!
Peanuts!
Peanuts!
Peanuts!
Peanuts!