in a worn out pair of boots
sack of Christmas post
like a burglar's swag of loot
Grimacing all the way
I wish I was in bed
I'm walking up and down the street
delivering instead
Oh soggy boots, soggy boots
soggy wet right through
a ton of Christmas cards to work
I wish it was a few
Oh soggy boots, soggy boots
soggy wet right through
Oh what misery it is
to do what postmen do
Now it's getting tough
that dog at number eight
if he rips my trouser leg
I'll trap him in the gate
A postman tries his best
He's Indiana Jones
for dogs at Christmas and all year
treat him just like bones
Oh soggy boots, soggy boots
soggy wet right through
a ton of Christmas cards to work
I wish it was a few
Oh soggy boots, soggy boots
soggy wet right through
Oh what misery it is
to do what postmen do
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