Oh, how do you get to sweet Lollipop Land?
You must ask your Mama for a penny;
You will never reach there, you of course understand,
If she tells you that she hasn't any.
You get in a bus, or a plane, or a train;
And be careful of where you get down;
If Lollipop Land you are anxious to gain,
You must jump out at Almond-Rock Town.
You must jump out at Almond-Rock Town.

You'll find that the gates are of coconut ice,
And the walls are of sweet sugar candy;
But now take my advice, and although it looks nice,
Do not break pieces off, though they're handy.
The Lollipop King, if you dare so to do,
Will at once sternly give his command;
His soldiers-in-waiting will seize upon you,
And they'll chase you right out of the land.
Yes, they'll chase you right out of the land.

But if you observe all the Lollipop laws,
And with none of its customs you monkey,
Then the King, with a smile, from state bus'ness will pause,
To present you a chocolate chunkie!
You'll then be his soldier, and have as your pay
Candy floss and a sweet honeycomb;
I'm sure in that land you'll be anxious to stay,
And be sad when it's time to go home.
Oh, so sad when it's time to go home.