Well I got sweets
and I got treats
i got gold winged sandals
and theyre just flying off my feet
When that ghost ship towing down
these wide open streets
oh lord, I need my sweets
Well I ain’t got no big fancy house
ain’t got no fancy car
I don’t take my holidays in Polynesior
but everywhere I ever go
and everyone i meet, oh lord
they all want my sweets
well, i know some cats
and i know some rats
and i know rude boys,
i know scallywags
i know aristocrats
but everywhere i ever go
and everyone i meet
oh lord, they all want my sweets
some people they go up
and others they go down
some people they go sideways
i wanna see them spin it all the way round
one thing that i know
is that when im in this town, oh lord,
they all want my sweets.
(mumbles about drums, bass,and rhythm)
(pig grunts)
well, i know a girl,
she’s out of this world
*whistle*
but it wont help to buy her no diamonds or no pearls
i’ll never have to tell her im a liar or cheat
coz she brings me my sweets
