There's a garden, what a garden Only happy faces bloom there And there's never any room For a worry or a gloom There's music, and there's dancing And a lot of sweet romancing When they play the polka They all get in the swing Everytime you hear that oom-pah-pah Everbody feels so tra-la-la-la They only want to come back for one thing They crowd around and sing trolly-olly-ay And you hear that rumble on the floor It's a big (ha ha ha ha) surprise you're waiting for Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring (spoken: come on everybody get up and form a ring. that's The way, everybody get up and form a big ring. that's the way. Then all at once you form a ring. everybody get up and form a Ring. here's a tenth of everybody....) For miles around, you'll hear them sing Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run Zing boom terrara Join in a gla** of good cheer Now it's time to roll the barrel For the gang's all here (spoken: take it away boys!)