I'm Your Mailman

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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.
 


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