It's only the postman There's no need to be alarmed He's just delivering the post, ma'am He don't mean me any harm And understand that come rain and snow He is always on the go Even death can never slow The postman Through hurricane winds and high tides He is always by my side I have never learned to hide From the postman I sing my song, I sing my song I sing my brave little song I sing my song to the postman To the postman... Tuxedos and guns, sir Become the symbols of a time And rivers of blood, sir In a sunny foreign clime We keep it with lies and lies We embrace what we despise Servants in the rise Of the postman And we understand that love and hate Are old-fashioned and obsolete Mere voices on the street To the postman I sing my song, I sing my song I sing my brave little song I sing my song to the postman To the postman... Society, it's like any animal It's gotta live It's gotta eat There's some good things about war There's just too many people in the world... Postman