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 señorita
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
So it almost broke his heart in two
And while the band was playing
She was whirling, twirling, swaying
Lee Swanson he would sit alone so 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 too
So play for me one polka mister, that's all I can do
[ guitar - fiddle ]
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 yelled to the leader of the band
He said now play for me one polka.....