I press my nose against the pane
of the little toffee shop
Day after day I save my pennies
to spend at the toffee shop
Come Saturday morn at nine o'clock
I stand on the cold stone street
A penny every day that I have saved
to buy myself some sweets
The nice little lady old and grey
with gla**es and shawl
Gives love away to good little boys
who do as they are told
She's always telling stories
of her childhood days
She couldn't buy the things that I can
for families in those days
Imagine the sweets that I can buy
with six pennies of my own
I always take my time to choose
the sweets that I'll be taking home
Gobstoppers in my pockets
brown sugar in my hand
lollies you s** that last all day
and sugar that looks like sand