Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat he's a bolsy t~~t.
Early in the morning, just as he is still snoring, he ignores all the post bags in his van.
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his union spat.
All the birds are singing, and his contract he is slinging. Pat feels has a really crappy plan.
Everybody knows his bright red plans, all his friends will smile as he waves to greet them,
Maybe, you can be pretty sure, there'll be f~~k(knock knock)
ing (ring ring). Post bags in the store . (Hee Hee).
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his unionised cat
The government is minging, and the strike is just beginning. Pat feels he's a really happy man