Get the paper

Fetch the paper my dear!
so i can whack yr legs
so red.... and I'm fed up with your mess.

We had a birthday party here to-day
It ended with me face down in the cake..

Fetch the paper my dear!
Undressed and off to bed.

Now it's all gol-den
Silence envelops my mind
I forget a-bout the problems
and this rat-bag chil o' myyyyyyyine

Fetch the paper my dear!
I'll roll it up and play hock-ey one hockey two hockey three... and then it's breakfast and out you head.