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
And Daddy's a postman
And Daddy's a postman

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