One, two, three. From the parlor to the hall, the banjo, the banjo. We maxed up with made of wire and bits of cotton twine. We hammered and we twisted and we rubbed it to a shine. We tuned it and we tried it and it seemed to work just fine. But here's the way it sounded. The very next payday, the banjo's gonna get fixed. The banjo, the banjo, the banjo's gonna get fixed. Banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo, banjo. The very next payday, the banjo's gonna get fixed. Some people said, motion the hand. Oh no, it's gotta be tight. And yet no matter what we did, it never did sound right. You know without the banjo it's a lonely Saturday night. All we could do was... Although we couldn't bear to hear that crazy awful sound. The word got out and banjo pickers came from miles around. They said it's a work of genius. It's a great new thing you found. They loved to hear that. The very next payday, the banjo's gonna get fixed. Yeah, they liked to hear that. And they loved to sing this song. The very next payday, the banjo's gonna get fixed. The banjo, the banjo, the banjo's gonna get fixed. Marvellous!