| People were proud in Doubleback Alley
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| Neighbors were loud, but ever so pally
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| People would shout, joking about
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| The smoke and the soot, Mother would put
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| The milk bottles out
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| We had a good time in Doubleback Alley
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| With fences to climb, and Father O’Malley
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| To clip your ear, and steer you clear
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| Of the funny man in the ice cream van
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| Who talked so queer
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| Doubleback Alley takes me back and in my mind I see
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| Happy, smiling faces if I flog my memory
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| Plenty to do in Doubleback Alley
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| Play peek-a-boo with Saccharine Sally
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| Bouncing a ball against a wall
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| Showing her drawers, «You come indoors!»
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| Her dad would call
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| (Aaaaaah)
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| (La la la laaaaaa)
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| (Laaaaaa)
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| (La la la laaaaaa)
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| Doubleback Alley takes me back
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| And in my mind I see
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| Happy, smiling faces if I flog my memory
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| Stinking of gin in Doubleback Alley
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| Grinning a grin in Doubleback Alley
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| Kick a dustbin, bingo to win
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| Windows to break, Mother would take
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| The milk bottles in
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| Doubleback Alley takes me back
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| And in my mind I see
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| Happy, smiling faces if I flog my memory
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| Doubleback Alley takes me back
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| And in my mind I see
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| Happy, smiling faces if I flog my memory
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| Doubleback Alley |