Lyrics:
I press my nose against the paneOf the little toffee shopDay after day I save my penniesTo spend at the toffee shopCome Saturday morn at nine o'clockI stand on the cold stone streetA penny every day that I have savedTo buy myself some sweetsThe nice little lady old and greyWith glasses and shawlGives love away to good little boysWho do as they are toldShe's always telling storiesOf her childhood daysShe couldn't buy the things that I canFor families in those daysImagine the sweets that I can buyWith six pennies of my ownI always take my time to chooseThe sweets that I'll be taking homeGobstoppers in my pocketsBrown sugar in my handLollies you suck that last all dayAnd sugar that looks like sand