There’s a garden what a garden Only hap - py fa - ces bloom there And there’s nev - er an - y room there For a wor - ry or a gloom there. Oh there’s mu - sic and there’s dancing And a lot of sweet ro - man - cing; When they play the pol - ka They all get in the swing. Ev’ - ry time they hear that oom - pa - pa Ev’ - ry - bod - y feels so tra - la - la They want to throw their cares a - way They all go lah - de - ah - de - ay. Then they hear a rum - ble on the floor the floor -- It’s the big sur - prise they’re wait - ing for. And all the cou - ples form a ring And for miles a - round you’ll hear them sing. Roll out the bar - rel we’ll have a bar - rel of fun; Roll out the bar - rel we’ve got the blues on the run. Zing boom ta - rar - rel ring out a song of good cheer; Now’s the time to roll the bar - rel For the gang’s all here. -------------------------------------- A lot of the ones like this come from my great-Uncle’s fake book dated between 1947 and 1963