People were proud in Doubleback Alley. Neighbors were loud but ever so paly.
People would shout,joking about the smoke and the soot not filled with books,
And milk-button’s out.
We had a good time in Doubleback Alley. The fences we’d climb and Father O’Maly.
He’d 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 memory.
Plenty to do in Doubleback Alley. Play peek-a-boo with Zach or with Sally.
Bouncing a ball against a wall. Showing your drawers. You come indoors.
Get out the cold.
Y Doubleback Alley takes me back and in my mind I see,
Happy, smiling faces if I flog my memory.
Stinking of Gin in Doubleback Alley. Grinning a grin in Doubleback Alley.
Kick it a spin, then go to win. Give us a break, Mother would it take.
The milk-button’s in.
Repeat Y two times
Doubleback Alley…
