Also, a nifty little song, I'm unsure about the origins. I first heard this sung by Mandy Patinkin:

Matt Casey formed a social club that beat the town for style,
And hired for a meeting place a hall.
When payday came around each week they greased the floor with wax.
And danced with noice and vigor at the ball.
Each Saturday you'd see them dressed up in Sunday clothes,
Each lad would have his sweetheart by his side.
When Casey led the first grand march, they all would fall in line,
Behind the man who was their joy and pride. For...

Casey would waltz with the strawberry blonde
And the band played on.
He'd glide 'cross the floor with girl he adored,
And the band played on.
But his brains were so loaded, they nearly exploded
The poor girl would shake with alarm.
But he'd ne'er leave the girl with the strawberry curls
And the band played on.

Such kissing in the corner and such whispering in the hall,
And telling tales of love behind the stairs.
As Casey was the favourite, and he that ran the ball,
Of kissing and love-making did his share.
At twelve o'clock exactly they all would fall in line,
then march down to the dining hall and eat.
But Casey would not join them, although everything was fine,
But he stayed upstairs and exercised his feet. For...


Now when the dance was over and the band played 'Home Sweet Home',
They played a tune at Casey's own request.
He thanked them very kindly for the favours they had shown,
Then he'd waltz once with the girl that he loved best.
Most all the friends are married, that Casey used to know,
And Casey too had taken a wife.
The blonde he used to waltz and glide with on the ballroom floor,
Is happy Mrs. Casey now for life!