Postman Pat, Postman Pat,
Postman Pat is a lazy fucking twat
Early in the morning, picket lines are boring,
He picks up all the bacon barms up in his van.
Postman Pat, Postman Pat,
Postman Pat is a lazy fucking twat,
All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning.
Pat feels he's a really lazy man.
Everybody knows his bright red van,
All his friends will brick as he waves to greet them,
Maybe... You can never be sure,
There'll be knock...[knock knock] Ring [ring ring]
never any fucking letters through your door.
Postman Pat, Postman Pat,
Postman Pat is a lazy fucking twat,
All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning.
Pat feels he's a really lazy man
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