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 glasses 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
 poor 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 I'll be taking home.

 Gobstoppers in my pockets,
 brown sugar in my hand,
 lollies you suck that last all day,
 and sugar that looks like sand