I'm Your Mailman

I am happy, I am gay,

Sometimes I come twice a day,

I'm your mail-man.

Grab your knockers, ring the bells,

Don't you think I'm sort of swell?

I'm your mail-man.

I can come in any sort of weath-er,

Cause I have a sack thats made of leath-er.

I don't care for keys or locks,

I'll just stick it in your box,

I'm your mail-man.

(Last two lines reprised)