The complete Lyrics to Jeremy Taylor's "Ag Pleez Deddy" (AKA the ballad of the Southern Suburbs):

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 and the Ape-men
And when the show is over you can bring us back again

Chorus:
Popcorn, chewing gum, peanuts and bubble gum
Ice cream, candy floss and Eskimo Pie
Ag deddy how we miss
Nigger balls and liquorice
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

Chorus

Ag pleez deddy won't you take us to the wrestling
We wanna see an ou called Sky Hi Lee
When he fights Willie Liebenberg
There's gonna be a murder
'Cos Willie's gonna donner that blerrie yankee

Chorus

Ag pleez deddy won't you take us off to Durban
It's only eight hours in the Chevrolet
There's spans of sea and sand and sun
And fish in the aquarium
That's a lekker place for a holiday

Chorus

Ag Pleeeeeez Deddy - VOETSEK!

Ag sies deddy if we can't kraak to bioscope
Or go off to Durban, life's a henguva 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 outjies next door

Chorus