Cider Drinker Songtext
von Bad Manners
Cider Drinker Songtext
When the moon shines on the cow shed
And we′re rolling in the hay,
All the cows are up there grazin'
And the milk is on its way.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
It′s so cosy in the kitchen
With the smell of rabbit stew,
When the breeze blows 'cross the farm yard
You can smell the cow shed too.
When those combine wheels stops turnin'
And the hard days work is done,
Theres a pub around the corner
It′s the place we ′ave our fun.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Now dear old Mabel when she's able,
We takes a stroll down Lovers Lane,
And we sinks a pint o′ two o' Scrumpy,
Then we′ll play old natures game.
But we end up in the duckpond
When the pub decides to close,
With me breeches full o' tadpoles,
And the newts between me toes.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It blows all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
And we′re rolling in the hay,
All the cows are up there grazin'
And the milk is on its way.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
It′s so cosy in the kitchen
With the smell of rabbit stew,
When the breeze blows 'cross the farm yard
You can smell the cow shed too.
When those combine wheels stops turnin'
And the hard days work is done,
Theres a pub around the corner
It′s the place we ′ave our fun.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Now dear old Mabel when she's able,
We takes a stroll down Lovers Lane,
And we sinks a pint o′ two o' Scrumpy,
Then we′ll play old natures game.
But we end up in the duckpond
When the pub decides to close,
With me breeches full o' tadpoles,
And the newts between me toes.
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It soothes all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
I am a Cider Drinker,
I drinks it all of the day,
I am a Cider Drinker,
It blows all me troubles away,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay,
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay, Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay
Writer(s): Hans Bouwens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com