Grab your coat

And those things

Without any fingers

The peach ones

That keeps you warm

In the southern winter

Off I go, window shopping with my mum

We'll go whistling dixie down the lane

So who cares our purse is almost empty

I'm the richest girl in dixie land

Look away

Look again

She is still

Holding my hand

Holding my hand

Grab your coat

The cloudy blue one

With the stripy buttons

That keeps you warm

In the southern winter

Off I go, window shopping with my mum

We'll go whistling dixie down the lane

So who cares our purse is almost empty

I'm the richest girl in dixie land

Look away

Look again

She is still

Holding my hand

Holding my hand

Look away

Look again

She is still

Holding my hand

Holding my hand