Well I got sweets

and I got treats

i got gold winged sandals

and theyre 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 im 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 wont help to buy her no diamonds or no pearls

i'll never have to tell her im a liar or cheat

coz she brings me my sweets