This side, that side,
Every side you'll meet
When you're inside, you're outside
Living on cider street
On cider street they have your back
On cider Street you're scrumpy Jack
On cider street it's stinky feet
Walking through the sheppey leat
Everywhere another rose
Another garland another
Lily grows
You better beware before they
Stone the crows
Then frame you for their murder
And everyone knows
Which way the wind blows
Blowing down cider street
I've got to take note
Oh I must take care
To count every vote
And number every hair
On the head of the dote
Who put me there
But the cream floats
On cider street
And if you ask me for a dollar
Well I'm sorry friend
I'll have to hollar
All things must go
Cause all things are hollow
Living on cider street
Give me a chest
And I'll show you the world
Keep me abreast
And I'll find you a pearl
But in great distress
I'd give you a twirl
While we're dancing
Down cider street
Give me a heart
Teach me not to sin
I'm playing a part
But I'm no linchpin
Right from the start
I knew what I was in
And its name was cider street
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