Apples Songtext
von Ian Dury

Delilah the dancer from Soho
Was making her way down the lane
Simpson from Harrow had fruit on his barrow
He sold it for love and for gain
Simpson said ′ello young woman
My pippins are lovely today
Don't be suspicious of Golden Delicious
Whatever your granny might say

They′re only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green


Delilah the dancer from Soho
Took ages to make up her mind
Simpson said madam, you'd know if you'd ′ad ′em
That these are the very best kind
This is the pick of the orchard
Forgive me a figure of speech
But apples like these here
Just don't grow on trees dear
And this one is really a peach

They′re only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green

Simpson picked out a green apple
He polished it up on his sleeve
He said do me a favour and savour the flavour
Of what you're about to receive

Delilah the dancer from Soho
Accepted his gift with a smile
She said it looks like a good ′un
It'll do for my puddin′
I'll get 'round to it after a while

They′re only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green