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