Music by Charles B. Ward | Lyrics by John E. Palmer

Casey would waltz
With the strawberry blonde
And the band played on.
He'd glide 'cross the floor
With the girl he'd adore
And the band played on.
But his brain was so loaded
It nearly exploded
The poor girl
Would shake with alarm
He'd ne'er leave the girl
With the strawberry curl
And the band played on.