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
Writer(s): Peter Doherty, Carl Barat
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