The Move - Here we go round the lemon tree
Tekst en muziek: Roy Wood
(1967)






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 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



Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, can you hear me
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, don’t come near me



Three o’clock in the morning, I could hear 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



Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, can you hear me
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, don’t come near me



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 her mind completely
Danced together singing sweetly



Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, can you hear me
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, don’t come near me



Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, can you hear me
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, don’t come near me









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