[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