My baby never was the cheatin' kind. But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try. Now everywhere we go. They're walkin' 'round him slow. Givin' him a flutter and a sigh.
Chorus. Well it's a nickel for the fiddler. It's a nickel for his tune.. It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon.. And it's a high holiday on the 21st of June..