My favorite queens have been asked to sing
Do not think about all of these things
And do not care about the war
Instead I'll lay on the floor
"Come to me, you little one", She said
Candy I want, want your candy
Candy, i want your candy I'm looking and touching her little legs
I'm making her favorite, breakfast eggs
I wanted to be my Uncle Sam
And she can throw me in the trash
Candy I want, want your candy
Candy, I want your candy
