His name was old Lee 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 and 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 thе band was playing
She was whirling, twirling, swaying
Lee Swanson, he would sit alone so bluе
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 too
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
Uno, dos and tres
And at his rancho grande
Every day is fine and dandy
They do the polka
All around the place
And for miles around they tell
How he won Chiquita's hand
And how he did yell
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 those waltzes
Or do the two-step too
So play for me one polka, mister
That's all I can do"