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