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