Ian Dury - Apples lyrics

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 co*k 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 co*k 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 co*k sparrow Apples, red and green