"Easy come, easy gone, we knew theyâd leave us all along. Now we cook our own tea and we donât sign on. And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and Iâll raise my beer. Easy come, easy gone, kiss a girl then write a song. Enjoy it while you can âcause it wonât last long. And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and Iâll raise my beer. Easy come, easy gone, simple as this stupid song. Now your cupboardâs clean you can carry on. And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and Iâl raise my beer."