People were proud in Doubleback Alley,
Neighbours were loud, but ever so pal - ly,
People would shout, joking about the smoke and the soot,
Mother would put the milk bottles out! / / / /
We had a good time in Doubleback Alley,
With fences to climb, and Father O' - Mal - ley to clip your ear,
And steer you clear of the funny man in the ice cream van,
Who talked so queer!
Doubleback Alley takes me back, and, in my mind, I see
Happy, smiling faces, if I flog my memor - y!
Plenty to do in Doubleback Alley,
Play peek-a-boo with Saccha - rine Sal - ly,
Bouncing a ball against a wall,
Showing her drawers, "You! Come in - doors!", her dad would call! ^ ^
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Doubleback Alley takes me back, and, in my mind, I see
Happy, smiling faces, if I flog my memor - y!
Stinking of gin in Doubleback Alley,
Grinning a grin in Double - back Al - ley,
Kick a dustbin, bingo to win, windows to break,
Mother would take the milk bottles in! ^ ^
Doubleback Alley takes me back, and, in my mind, I see
Happy, smiling faces, if I flog my memor - y!
Doubleback Alley takes me back, and, in my mind, I see
Happy, smiling faces, if I flog my memor - y,