sugar-baby with your champagne eyes

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
and I don't know why
'And you shall take me strongly
in your arms again
And I will not remember
that I ever felt the pain
We shall walk and talk
in gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
grow so old again