Oh please, Daddy
Won’t you take us to Inanda?
All six, seven of us
Eight, nine, ten
The horsey boys will all be there
The Goodman brothers: What a pair!
And we can get our pictures
On the social page again
Champagne, caviar
Polo and Jaguars
Garden parties, debutantes
And French liqueur
Life’s so boring for a gal
Who cannot join the social world
With first nights, Dimple Haig
And gown by Dior
Oh please, Daddy
Won’t you fly us off to London?
First class, of course
In the seven-o-seven
We’re sure to make the Margaret set
We’ll find some titled boyfriend yet
To dance at the Savoy
Would be positively heaven!
Champagne, caviar
Polo and Jaguars
Garden parties, debutantes
And French liqueur
Life’s so boring for a gal
Who cannot join the social world
With first nights, Dimple Haig
And gown by Dior
Oh please, Daddy
Let’s go skiing at St Moritz
With Mary Lou and you-know-who
And the upper ten
If we don’t break our arms and necks
We’re sure to charm the other sex
And when the season’s over
We’ll go Boeing back again
Champagne, caviar
Polo and Jaguars
Garden parties, debutantes
And French liqueur
Life’s so boring for a gal
Who cannot join the social world
With first nights, Dimple Haig
And gown by Dior
Oh please, Daddy
If we can’t go off to London
Or spend a month in Paris
When the weather’s fine
If we can’t indulge in winter sports
Or cruise around some foreign ports
Won’t you buy me just a
Teeny, weeny diamond mine?
Champagne, caviar
Polo and Jaguars
Garden parties, debutantes
And French liqueur
Life’s so boring for a gal
Who cannot join the social world
With first nights, Dimple Haig
And gown by Dior
Oh please, Daddy—
Voetsek!
Ag 〈sis? sjuut?〉, Cookie
Just cut out all that nagging
〈? not ‘pasop’〉 now, hey?
Just remember I’m your pa
I’m 〈somewhat? ‘sommer’?〉 fed up with your cheek
And that fancy way you speak
That bladdy school that finished you
Has finished you klaar
Popcorn, chewing gum (Chewing gum! Oh!)
Peanuts and bubblegum (Bubblegum!)
Ice cream, candy floss (Oh, candy floss)
And Eskimo Pie
Nigg_r balls and licorice (Oh, Jurre!)
Pepsi-Cola, ginger beer
And Canada Dry
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Jeremy Taylor Lyrics – The Ballad of the Southern Suburb