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I likes to go down the pub every other day
On my marry way for a bottle of "K"
Propping up the bar, sipping down me pint
Won't be very long before we're pissed right up tonight
Pissed right up:

Cider, cider apple tree
Cider, cider I can't see
Now I'm going out of me mind
Now I'm going fucking blind
God knows what's happening to me
Feels like I've been kicked in

Cider, cider apple tree
Cider, cider one for me
Cider I up landlord
Cider I up landlord
Put more cider in my jug

Cider I up landlord
Cider I up landlord
Put more cider in my jug
I just can't get enough
When I'm guzzling my gallon down!

I know a place in England where the cider apple grows
The farmer that lives down there has got a big red nose
He's always drinking cider, as he sits beneath the tree
Come on drink your cider up, it's the one for you and me
The one for you!

On Tuesday morning you find me signing on the dole
With all the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down the pub, can't even see the floor

Drink cider, drink cider
All of the day
Drink cider, drink cider
It's the only way
Drink cider, drink cider
Spend all your pay
And get bleeding binned out of it!
I likes to go down the pub every other day   On my marry way for a bottle of "K"   Propping up the bar, sipping down me pint   Won't be very long before we're pissed right up tonight   Pissed right up:      Cider, cider apple tree   Cider, cider I can't see   Now I'm going out of me mind   Now I'm going fucking blind   God knows what's happening to me   Feels like I've been kicked in      Cider, cider apple tree   Cider, cider one for me   Cider I up landlord   Cider I up landlord   Put more cider in my jug      Cider I up landlord   Cider I up landlord   Put more cider in my jug   I just can't get enough   When I'm guzzling my gallon down!      I know a place in England where the cider apple grows   The farmer that lives down there has got a big red nose   He's always drinking cider, as he sits beneath the tree   Come on drink your cider up, it's the one for you and me   The one for you!      On Tuesday morning you find me signing on the dole   With all the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl   I got the blues:   The cider blues:   On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door   By 3 o'clock he's down the pub, can't even see the floor      Drink cider, drink cider   All of the day   Drink cider, drink cider   It's the only way   Drink cider, drink cider   Spend all your pay   And get bleeding binned out of it!