(Hicks / Clarke / Nash)
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I press my nose against the pane
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Of the little toffee shop
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Day after day I save my pennies
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To spend at the toffee shop
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Come Saturday morn at nine o'clock
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I stand on the cold stone street
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A penny every day that I have saved
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To buy myself some sweets
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The nice little lady old and grey
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With glasses and shawl
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Gives love away to good little boys
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Who do as they are told
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She's always telling stories
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Of her childhood days
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She couldn't buy the things that I can
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For families in those days
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Imagine the sweets that I can buy
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With six pennies of my own
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I always take my time to choose
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The sweets that I'll be taking home
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Gobstoppers in my pockets
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Brown sugar in my hand
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Lollies you suck that last all day
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And sugar that looks like sand
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Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe
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| The Hollies |
