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