likes to go down the pub every other day nOn my marry way for a bottle of KnPropping up the bar, sipping down me pint nWon't be very long before we're pissed right up tonight nPissed right up: nCider, cider apple tree nCider, cider I can't see nNow I'm going out of me mind nNow I'm going fucking blind nGod knows what's happening to me nFeels like I've been kicked in nCider, cider apple tree nCider, cider one for me nCider I up landlord nCider I up landlord nPut more cider in my jug nCider I up landlord nCider I up landlord nPut more cider in my jug nI just can't get enough nWhen I'm guzzling my gallon down! nI know a place in England where the cider apple grows nThe farmer that lives down there has got a big red nose nHe's always drinking cider, as he sits beneath the tree nCome on drink your cider up, it's the one for you and me nThe one for you! nOn Tuesday morning you find me signing on the dole nWith all the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl nI got the blues: nThe cider blues: nOn Thursday morning you find him standing by the door nBy 3 o'clock he's down the pub, can't even see the floor nDrink cider, drink cider nAll of the day nDrink cider, drink cider nIt's the only way nDrink cider, drink cider nSpend all your pay nAnd get bleeding binned out of it!n