Sour Patch Kid Video (MV)

Pedaling fast
With all of my friends
Down to the swan lake store
Just before the road bends
Mom and dad didn't mind us being on our own
We were free
We were cool
We had nickels for the pay phone
Our hair was bleached from the sun
We'd drop our bikes and run
Love of my life
The taste in my mouth
You were my first love
You were my first love
Oh penny
Oh penny
Penny candy
The man with the apron
He owned the store
He'd watch us gather at the counter
As we emptied out our pockets
Coins and bottle caps and sockets
Coins and bottle caps and sockets oh
The clanging sound of pennies
As we stack them in a row
Count them one-by-one
We'll take the sugar and go
Love of my life
The taste in my mouth
You were my first love
You were my first love
Oh penny
Oh penny
Penny candy
My childhood tastes like penny candies
And I'll tell you what happiness tastes like
Just one hundred penny candies
In a small brown paper bag
That's wedged between my sweaty palms
And the handlebars of a bike
That has old and rusty chains
On the long ride home
In dusty old Banida Idaho
Love of my life
The taste in my mouth
You were my first love
You were my first love
Oh penny
Oh penny
Penny candy
My childhood tastes like penny candy