[Verse 1]

Would you like a glass of sweet lemonade?

It's perfect when you're thirsty on a hot summer's day

It only costs a nickel, but it's worth much more

I keep the price cheap so I can sell it to the poor

The flavor is rich, the lemons grow free

And just a single sip is refreshing as can be

[Verse 2]

I like to pick my lemons at the orchard on the hill

They have so many that they'll never know that I've been there

They have so many lemons while the rest have none

They don't want the lemonade to be for everyone

But with a single chop, the juice will flow

And we can fill our glasses up and let the lemons roll

And oh, my God, how sweet it will be

[Verse 3]

The ones who pick the lemons are the people down below

They work their bitter jobs, but they got nothing to show

They harvest all the lemons, and they give them all away

And all they're paid is just enough to work another day

And every time we try to plant our own lemon trees

The one who owns the orchard says it all belongs to me

But if we stand together and make them all afraid

Then we can fill our glasses up

With sweet lemonade