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Our Postman Is A Wanker
When I leave for work each morning
Every single day starts bad
I'm confronted with our postman
Man, he really makes me mad
You see, our Postman is a wanker
He's a self-indulgent git
The prick's the smuggest man on Earth
He really thinks he's it
He walks around, all smug-faced
Like he's just won piles of money
He's always making wise-cracks and
He thinks he's really funny
One day I'll surprise him
I'll jump out on him without warning
Then I'll slap him on the knackers
He won't expect THAT in the morning
Every single day starts bad
I'm confronted with our postman
Man, he really makes me mad
You see, our Postman is a wanker
He's a self-indulgent git
The prick's the smuggest man on Earth
He really thinks he's it
He walks around, all smug-faced
Like he's just won piles of money
He's always making wise-cracks and
He thinks he's really funny
One day I'll surprise him
I'll jump out on him without warning
Then I'll slap him on the knackers
He won't expect THAT in the morning
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