Apples (Demo) Songtext
von Ian Dury

Jemima the dancer from Soho
Was making her way down the lane
Baxter from Harrow had fruit on his barrow
He sold it for love and for gain
Baxter said, "Hello young woman
My pippins are lovely today
Well 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


Jemima the dancer from Soho
Took ages to make up her mind
Baxter said, "Madam, you′d know if you had 'em
That these are the very best kind
This is the pick of the orchard
Forgive me, a figure of speech
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

Baxter picked out a green apple
He polished it up on his sleeve
Now do me a favour and savour the flavour
Of what you′re about to receive
Jemima the dancer from Soho
Accepted his gift with a grin
She took a nibble and there was a dribble
Of apple juice all over her chin


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

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