Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe

(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 oclock

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

Shes always telling stories

Of her childhood days

She couldnt 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 Ill 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