(Hicks / Clarke / Nash)

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 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 

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 suck that last all day 

and sugar that looks like sand