Daddy's a Postman - Graham Parker, The Figgs

We wake up every morning

Rush downstairs to the car

Jump inside it with mummy

Her eyes are shining like stars

The sun’s like something that God sent

The air’s as fresh as our clothes

We’re going to the golden arches

Our life’s so perfect it glows

And everything’s fine

Everything’s fine

Daddy’s a postman

Daddy’s a postman

Daddy’s a postman

Daddy’s a postman

When we are old

We won’t have poverty or destitution

We will be able to

Afford a nursing home or an institution

And Daddy’s a postman (3x)

Black skin white picket fences

Jewels we bought for a dime

When I came to my senses

The golden arches were mine

And everything’s fine

Everything’s fine

Daddy’s a postman

Daddy’s a postman