There's a shop on the corner of the street
Where time stands still
The doorbell sings a long forgotten song
As if it always did
There's the old man he's as old as the hills
He must have lived through two world-wars
And it's always kind of dark in there
And you know
He'll say
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
There's an old guitar it's player is long gone
It has its own story
The old man knows all the things that he sells
You know he's selling memories
Children come to buy Bazooka Joe
For only five cents a piece
And on the counter there's the lucky dip
And you know
He'll say
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
He'll say
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
Don't bother to ask
You'll find it here
