There's a girl next door to me who's round the bend

But she wonders why she can't make any friends

From her garden she could see me

In her silver-clad bikini

Singing, dancing round her fruit tree



*Here we go round the lemon tree

Mister, can't you hear me

Here we go round the lemon tree

Mister, don't come near me



Could I calm her down by throwing stones at her

If only I could make the right approach to her

Think I'd rather tame a tiger

Turn those lemons into cider

Still I'd like to get beside her



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Three o'clock in the morning

I could her her toneless singing

I could smell her lemon perfume in the air

I walked up to the window

In the hope that I might see her

Could the deadly shade of night still bring her there



(*repeat)



Morning came and into action went my plans

Went to meet her dressed in bright green underpants

I crept in and sang discreetly

Seemed to change your mind discreetly

Danced together singing sweetly



(*repeat)



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