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)

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