Remember when the sweet shops were amazing
And all your favorites stood there in a line
Fruit salad, Black jacks ,Kola cubes
And colored sherbet mine

There were Barley twists,and dip dabs
And honeycomb in droves
And the dentist didn’t matter
You just used your mothers cloves

Where did all the sweet shops go
Where? oh where ? I ask
who gave the permission
For the sweet shops not to last

My youth was spent on Saturdays
Just staring at the rows
Sometimes I took so long to choose
The shop was due to close

I miss the days of sweet shops
when the humbugs stood out bold
Must be something wrong you know
Must be getting old