Christmas greeting
s from Brighton
Hit a red on the car
With tiny white snowflakes
surrounding her style
Old Frank the Postman
was making his rounds
His big black galoshes
left a trail throughout town
This year was special and
it smiled inside
This was his last winter
spending outside
And with each house he came to
he delivered by hand
His own special greetings
an d holiday thanks
But someone took notice
that his card had no stamps
And he got on the phone
to the head let ter man
Your post man's de
livering mail here for free
If he doesn't pay postage,
then why should we?
Postage due, postage due
Cried someone from Brighton
with vengeance of scourge
Oh, noth ing's free in
this world any more
And I won't accept mail
without stamps
at my door
Franklin the Blanche,
you're now being tried
But first -degree mail fraud
melts my de sire
Your service was spotless
for twenty -n ine years
For its dishonesty I
won't shed a tear
Old Franky nearly fell
to the floor
With a heart that was failing,
he barely made the door
The next day an ambulance
found him near death
Santa found Frank in a
hospital bed
Post age due, postage due
I to William Smiley and
his post office crew
The man had a heart, but roses rose
In sixty -eight dollars a male
over due
Mrs. DePlant, she just concified
Her husband been fired,
his pen sion denied
She wrote this whole story
on a big sandwich board
It paraded in front of
the post office door
Folks got excited,
the news spread through town
Old Frank's indictment
was soon changed around
But he never got a pen,
he got a slap on the hand
And the post office made him nick
six hundred stamps
Pos ted the two posters through
Oh, look at those stamps,
he turned Frankie for the new
As he wears the uni form
he once wore with pride
He just waits for the day
he can kiss it goodbye
It's a shame that this world
with it's measures and ways
Won't find one to balance
injustice and hate
For it's never the message
that matters no more
It's the way that it's packaged
when it knocks at your door.
Postage due, postage due.
Bribed someone from Brighton
with the vengeance of schools.
Oh, nothing is free
in this world anymore.
And it won't accept mail
without stamps at my door. you