Eddies Brother - Sweet Shop Lyrics

When I was good or my Dad was bad, we’d drive to the sweet shop and
Behind the counter there’d be lots of jars with lids as big as movie stars.
Humbugs shiny as a marble floor, lemon bonbon’s I adore a rhubarb custard on my tongue,
You don’t need to suck your thumb now son.
Anglo –bubbly, black jack lovely, Brazil nut toffee, wine gums for me, a quarter sherbet lemons in a bag,
Slowly sweetly dissolve on my tongue I always want another one of your fruit jelly, jelly-babies man.
Jelly babe, pineapple drops, pear drops,
If you like soldiers with your egg, instead of them shooting each other dead,
And you can lie right to your lovers face about the special place you keep your Jaffa cakes.
Well I know, heaven is deep as a homemade trifle, Kit Kat, crumpets, custard,
I always love that best with treacle- tart. Yorkshire- pudding cooked in a dish, hand cut chips,
battered fish, apple crumble goes straight to my heart.
Do you stir jam in your rice pudding, some prefer marmalade,
I like, bread and butter pudding when it’s homemade, homemade.
Jelly babe, jelly babe, let’s go to the sweet shop.
Do you stir jam in your rice pudding, some prefer marmalade,
I like bread and butter pudding when its home made, homemade.
Jelly babe, pineapple rocks, Tunnocks bars, pear drops.
When i was good or my Dad was bad, we’d drive to the sweet shop, to the sweet shop.
He was bad, so bad, too bad I’m just as bad. All I know, let’s go to the sweet shop, I wanna go, to the
sweet shop, to the sweet
shop, to your sweet shop babe.

When I was good or my Dad was bad, we’d drive to the sweet shop and
Behind the counter there’d be lots of jars with lids as big as movie stars.
Humbugs shiny as a marble floor, lemon bonbon’s I adore a rhubarb custard on my tongue,
You don’t need to suck your thumb now son.
Anglo –bubbly, black jack lovely, Brazil nut toffee, wine gums for me, a quarter sherbet lemons in a bag,
Slowly sweetly dissolve on my tongue I always want another one of your fruit jelly, jelly-babies man.
Jelly babe, pineapple drops, pear drops,
If you like soldiers with your egg, instead of them shooting each other dead,
And you can lie right to your lovers face about the special place you keep your Jaffa cakes.
Well I know, heaven is deep as a homemade trifle, Kit Kat, crumpets, custard,
I always love that best with treacle- tart. Yorkshire- pudding cooked in a dish, hand cut chips,
battered fish, apple crumble goes straight to my heart.
Do you stir jam in your rice pudding, some prefer marmalade,
I like, bread and butter pudding when it’s homemade, homemade.
Jelly babe, jelly babe, let’s go to the sweet shop.
Do you stir jam in your rice pudding, some prefer marmalade,
I like bread and butter pudding when its home made, homemade.
Jelly babe, pineapple rocks, Tunnocks bars, pear drops.
When i was good or my Dad was bad, we’d drive to the sweet shop, to the sweet shop.
He was bad, so bad, too bad I’m just as bad. All I know, let’s go to the sweet shop, I wanna go, to the
sweet shop, to the sweet
shop, to your sweet shop babe.