Newspaper Mama

Lyrics: 

What’s black, and what’s white.
And read all over - every day?

It‘s the newspaper mama, newspaper mama,
Newspaper mama every day.

What’s thrown – over the fence
And into the garden – every day?

It‘s the newspaper mama, newspaper mama,
Newspaper mama every day.

Read it over breakfast every
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
And ‘specially on Sunday – best day of all.

What’s black, and what’s white.
And read all over - every day?

It‘s the newspaper mama, newspaper mama,
Newspaper mama every day.

Now what do you get – when you open the door
Every morning – of every day? –

You get the newspaper mama, newspaper mama,
Newspaper mama every day.
You get the newspaper mama, newspaper mama,
Newspaper mama every day.

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