Post Office Blues Songtext
von Lorraine Bowen

They′re shutting down the Post Offices here
There and everywhere
I'm standing in this Post Office clear
It′s a grim affair

And my leg's got cramp
I only came here for a stamp
Cos you just can't guess
The postage to the U.S

We′re all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues
We′re all biding our time
Standing in line
We're all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues

Will I be here for the day?
I′m losing the will to live
The chap in front's hair has turned grey
Something′s got to give


And my leg's still got cramp
And I only came here for a stamp
And I need a custom′s form
And I need to discuss whether surface or airmail is best

We're all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues
We're all biding our time
Standing in line
We′re all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues

We′re all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues
We're all biding our time
Standing in line
We′re all singing the blues
In the Post Office queues

In the Post Office queues
In the Post Office queues
In the Post Office queues
In the Post Office queues