| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |