Tytuł: Apples

• Wykonawca: Ian Dury
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   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, "Hello, young woman"
  "My Pippins are lovely today"
  "Don't be suspicious"
  "Of Golden Delicious"
  "Whatever your granny might say"
  
  There 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"
  
  There only apples, red and green
  Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you
  Right off my barrow, my 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 pudden"
  "I'll get round to it after a while"
  
  There only apples, red and green
  Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you
  Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow
  Apples, red and green