Mr. Mail Man

Look, I know your job is hard
And you don't make much dough
I see you out there every day
In the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin'
By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello"
But there's one thing you should know

I wake up every day feelin' so successful
Another day gettin' paid, pushin' the pencil
Sun on my face, keurig in my cup
SportsCenter on TV, turn it up
Everything is pleasant
I'm livin' a bit of heaven
And it inevitably ends abruptly at eleven
That's when I hear his evilness
It's that piece of shit up in the eagle whip
That mail man, knew he came to ruin my life
I'm sure payin' bills what I'm doin' tonight
He's got the steerin' wheel
On the British side
And every time I see him
I'm sad he didn't die
Six days a week, this dude's at my place
I try to be gone so I don't see his face
But the mail's waitin' for me
When I do get home is it the bills for the
Phone or the student loans?
I can't wait, he's the nicest of folk
But I wanna put a knife in his throat
Brought me a letter sayin' my license revoked
You're a douche, i wanna find you while
You're doin' your route
I wanna buy a deuce-deuce and
Put two in your boot
You make me wanna go psycho, postal, on you
You're my arch nemesis
And I don't feel bad 'cause
I know you got benefit's

Look, I know your job is hard
And you don't make much dough
I see you out there every day
In the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin'
By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello"
But there's one thing you should know
Fuck you, Mr mail Man (hey)
I don't wanna see you no more (no more)
Fuck you, Mr mail Man
And don't go knockin' at my door

Sorry, dude, I don't know what to say
Every envelope you give me
I just throw 'em away (trash)
I don't know why I take this shit
Knew I should've signed up for paperless
And I know that my bills be three weeks late
'cause of what you give me
I'm not sleepin' great
And you could probably find a
Job at equal pay but I know you like to
Ruin other people's days
And I'm friends with the UPS man
'cause everything he gives me
Is somethin' I want
Next thing, guess who shows up, man (who?)
It's you with the bill for
That somethin' I bought
You're the reason why I never
Ever borrow or loan stay far from my home
Unless you're Karl Malone
And if I do say "Hi!", it's a snarlin' tone
And if I gotta pay a bill
I'll just call on my phone and go

I know your job is hard and
You don't make much dough
I see you out there every day
In the sleet and the snow
And every time I'm drivin'
By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello"
But there's one thing you should know
Fuck you, Mr mail Man (hey)
I don't wanna see you no more (no more)
Fuck you, Mr mail Man
And don't go knockin' at my door