I reckon this is the most complete version - most of the others have a word or two wrong. And this one is in the correct dialect.

AG PLEEZ DEDDY (THE BALLAD OF THE SOUTHERN SUBURBS)
(Jeremy Taylor, 1961)

Ag pleez, Deddy, won't 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.

CHO: 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, won't you take us to the fun-fair?
We wanna have a ride on the bumper-cars.
We'll buy a stick of candy floss and eat it on the octopus.
Then we'll take the rocket ship that goes to Mars. CHO.

Ag pleez, Deddy, won't you take us to the wrestling?
We wanna see an ou called Sky High Lee.
When he fights Willie Liebenberg, there's gonna be a murder,
'Cos Willie's gonna donner that blerrie yankee. CHO.

Ag pleez, Deddy, won't you take us off to Durban?
It's only eight hours in the Chevrolet.
There's spans of sea an' sand an' sun an' fish in the aquarium.
That's a lekker place for a holiday. CHO.

Ag pleez, Deddy…

Voetsek!

Ag sis, Deddy, if we can't go to bioscope
Or go off to Durban, life's a heng of a bore.
If you won't take us to the zoo, then what the heck else can we do
But go on out and moer all the oukies next door?

I've been singing it since 1963!
Robyn