The Peanut Vendor Songtext
von Dean Martin

(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop)
(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop)

In Cuba, each merry maid wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts (they′re nice and hot)
Peanuts (he sells a lot of peanuts)
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′re awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor′s on his way
At dawning the whistle blows


(Through every city, town and country lane)
(You hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you, he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy those) peanuts roasted today
(Come buy those freshly roasted today)
If you′re looking for a moral to this song
50 million little monkeys can't be wrong

(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop)
(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop)
(Peanut, do-bop-do-bop)

(In Cuba, his smiling face is welcome most anyplace)
(Peanuts, they hear him cry)
(Peanuts, they all reply)
(If you′re looking for an early morning treat)
(Get some double-jointed peanuts, good to eat)

For breakfast (or dinnertime)
For supper (most anytime)
The merry twinkle in his eye
He's got a way that makes you buy
(Each morning) that whistle blows
(Are you more than I sell?)


If an apple keeps the doctor from your door
Peanuts ought to keep him from you even more
(Peanuts) we′ll meet again
This street again
(Peanuts) we'll eat again
You Peanut Man, that peanut man's gone

(Peanut, peanut, peanut)