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 gray

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 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