Lyrics:

Well I got sweets
And I got treats
I got gold winged sandals
And they're just flying off my feet

When that ghost ship towing down
These wide open streets
Oh lord, I need my sweets

Well I ain't got no big fancy house
Ain't got no fancy car
I don't take my holidays in Polynesior
But everywhere I ever go
And everyone I meet, oh lord
They all want my sweets

Well, I know some cats
And I know some rats
And I know rude boys,
I know scallywags
I know aristocrats
But everywhere I ever go
And everyone I meet
Oh lord, they all want my sweets

Some people they go up
And others they go down
Some people they go sideways
I wanna see them spin it all the way round
One thing that I know
Is that when I'm in this town, oh lord,
They all want my sweets.

(Mumbles about drums, bass, and rhythm)
(Pig grunts)

Well, I know a girl,
She's out of this world
*Whistle*
But it won't help to buy her no diamonds or no pearls
I'll never have to tell her I'm a liar or cheat
'Cause she brings me my sweets