POSt man pat
post man pat,
post man pat ran over his cat
all the guts went flying, pat started crying
pat will never drink and drive again
Everybody knows, his VB (victorian Bitter, for those who didnt know (Beer.)) van, and everybody waves, as he goes, to, jail.
Maybe you will never know
there could be knock, ring, beer bottles at the door...
postman pat,
postman pat,
postman pat died really really fat
the dead cat was with him
then he got the reason,
never to drink and drive again....
never to drink and drive again