Post-It Postie Posting Poems Blues

well you know Im a postie poem poster and I'm buzzing round your hive
yeah you know I'm a poem posting postie and i pedal that jump around jive
I'm a poem posting poet,
I can't see the words for their envelopes.

Well I stuck on a bad stamp, been unstuck at the corners of the queens head
Yeah you know I stuck on a bad stamp and unstuck the queen's corner head
i went round to see the coroner
but the coroner, you know, she was dead.

I been waiting in this reception office with its leatherette settee, potted palms
yeah Im waiting in this reception office, leatherette settee potted palms...
If I don't get to see dead letters
i'll be waiting forever in the book of Psalms

Well I told the roof thatcher, better cut off your sedge with a spar coat and set
yeah I told the roof thatcher, better cut off your sedge with a spar coat and set
but the roof thatcher told me:
I aint no climber, I just like to make bets.

Well base coat and barge board, brow course and biddle, the combed wheat cob
base coat and barge board, brow course and biddle, that combed wheat cob
I met a little roof rooster
his name was Bob.