Grab your coat

And those things without any fingers, the peach ones

That keep you warm in a 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 a 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