Round to deliver!

I'm the friendly paper boy who's scared of your alsatian
I earn my cash dodging your trash with such determination
I'm already arthritic, and did I forget to mention
I may only be twelve but I receive an old age pension

Round to deliver - your Telegraph or Times
Sun, Daily Mirror, and any more that rhymes

I'm the dodgy paper boy who will escape detection
When I nick the sporting bit or next week's TV section
You might think it theft, but it's a pretty minor caper
It's kind of tough to make enough from bringing you your paper

Round to deliver - your Guardian or Star
Sun, Daily Mirror, a magazine: "Bizarre"?

And though you slip a Christmas tip
I still will rob you blind
Don't mind

We're the happy paper boys so full of glib excuses
For don't you hate it when it's late or missing bits we loses
We're the crappy paper boys and here's our invitation
To go and find what's dropped behind and scattered cross the nation

Round to deliver here's your New York Times
Stern, or Izvestia, we've dropped all that behind

And though you slip a Christmas tip
I still will rob you blind
Don't mind

Skiddaddly Bark! Bark! Skiddaddly Bark! Bark!
Skiddaddly Bark! Bark! Skiddaddly Bark! Bark!

Round to deliver - Grauniad and Life
Round to deliver - Torygraph and Time

(repeat 'til the morning's paper round is finished)