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
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