The Sunday Night Follies

Well, it’s time to get up on our hind legs and do something. So let’s start with something a bit different. The first few bars remind me of firing up a ’38 Ford V8 I once owned:

And gee, I wish my nurses were this pretty:

Of course, English is not this group’s native language. Here they are in their native Slovenian:

And of course, no polka party would be complete without at least one barrel of beer, and a big plate of Polish Kolaches:



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