Dial-a-Dad   The phone rings, it's her again With orders for her daddy She wants mousy cheese The one with holes Big enough to swallow up All her childish dreams And a messy chocolate egg So sweet It hides the bitter truth That daddy lives Where the big train goes And she needs bright stickers To hold together Her ripped up little life The phone rings again, and it's her With orders for her daddy She wants some wine From better times To recall or forget And a bottle of that cream That smoothes out wrinkles Like no other And don't forget Those catalogues That came for her last month Full of this year's colours At last year's address That I said Were hanging around The phone rings and it's her again With kisses for her daddy Who's coming on the big train For her very special day When my sweet Misty will have spent Three years in this strange place Who knows what the next three will bring For her or for her daddy