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Jeremy Taylor – Ag Pleez Deddy (The Ballad Of The Southern Suburbs Lyrics

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Ag pleez Deddy wont you take us to the drive-in
All six, seven of us, eight, nine, ten
We wanna see a flick about
Tarzan an the Ape-men
An when the show is over you can bring us back again

Popcorn, chewing gum, peanuts an bubble gum
Ice cream, candy floss an Eskimo Pie
Ag Deddy how we miss
Nigger balls an licorice
Pepsi Cola, ginger beer
and Canada Dry

Ag Pleez Deddy wont you take us to the fun-fair
We wanna have a ride on the bumper-cars
Well buy a stick of candy floss
And eat it on the Octopus
Then well take the rocket ship that goes to Mars

Ag pleez Deddy wont you take us to the wrestling

We wanna see an ou called Sky High Lee
When he fights Willie Liebenberg
Theres gonna be a murder
Cos Willies gonna donner that blerrie yankee

Ag pleez Deddy wont you take us off to Durban
Its only eight hours in the Chevro-lay
Theres spans of sea an sand an sun
And fish in the aquari-yum
Thats a lekker place for a holi-day

Ag Pleez Deddy – VOETSEK!

Ag sis Deddy if we cant kraak to bioscope
Or go off to Durban, lifes a heng of a bore
If you wont take us to the zoo
Then what the heck else can we do
But go on out and moere all the oukies next door

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