Had a store, had a store,
And inside there were toys galore,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Push prams, dolls and knitted eggs,
Knitted eggs, knitted eggs,
Spinning tops and spider legs,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Little Tommy went inside,
Went inside, went inside,
With both his blue eyes open wide,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Old Man Dusty took him in,
Took him in, took him in,
And held him down with a large pin,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Tommy was sewn into sackcloth,
Into sackcloth, into sackcloth,
With his old skin taken off,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Tommy's mouth was sewn up tight,
Sewn up tight, sewn up tight,
He could not scream try as he might,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Buttons sewn into his eyes,
Into his eyes, into his eyes,
So that Tommy couldn't cry,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Pins were stuck into his head,
Into his head, into his head,
Amongst his hair of cotton thread,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Tommy sat upon a shelf,
Upon a shelf, upon a shelf,
There he forgot about himself,
In Old Man Dusty's store.
Come and see Old Dusty's store,
Old Dusty's store, Old Dusty's store,
There you will find toys galore,
In Old Man Dusty's store.