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I'm Your Mailman
Bang your knockers, ring your bell
Gee, I bet you think I'm swell
I'm your mailman
I don't need no keys for locks
I'll just slip it in your box
I'm your mailman
I can come in any kind of weather
That's because my bag is made of leather
So if your slot's a little small
I'll hold the post until you call
I'm your mailman.
- Bill "The Fox" Foster
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The Fox: Songs Banned In Boston
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