His name was Ole Swanson,
he came down from Wisconsin
He settled on the banks of the Rio Grande
And there he met Chiquita,
a smiling senorita
Decided he would win her heart in hand
But he never got the chance
to ever hold her tight
Cause she went to the dance
almost every night
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,
one polka play for me
Play for me one polka,
I'll be happy as can be
Cause I can't do the square dance
or do the one -step -two
So play for me one polka mister,
that's all I can do
Now he's a happy padre
and she's a happy madre
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
And from miles around
they tell
how he won Chiquita's hand
And how he did gill
to the leader of the band
He said, now play for me one polka,
one polka, play for me
Play for me one polka,
I'll be happy as can be
But I can't do those waltzes
or do the two -step too
So play for me one polka, mister,
that's all I can do you