THE MAN IN THE CANDY STORE<br><br><br>

In the neighborhood where I used to play<br>
Was a place we’d pass after school each day<br>
If we had a dime, we’d drop in for a while<br>
It was just an old fashioned candy store<br>
With a soda fountain and a checkered floor<br>
And a white haired man who’d always make us smile<br><br>

We called him the man in the candy store<br>
Drop in for a while, he’d make you smile<br><br>

There were pretty colors to fill your head<br>
A pretty lemon yellow and a cherry red<br>
Shining through the glass for us to see<br>
And if just a nickel was all you had<br>
And if he thought you were feeling bad<br>
You might just get an extra one for free<br><br>

Oh, the man in the candy store<bR>
Drop in for a while, he’d make you smile<br><br>

Well, I wandered back just the other day<br>
To the neighborhood where I used to play<br>
I saw the big new buildings everywhere<br>
And I looked around for the candy store<br>
With the white haired man and the checkered floor<br>
But no one seemed to know they once been there<br><br>

We called him the man in the candy store<bR>
Drop in for a while, he’d make you smile<br>