Postmann Pat
Postmann Pat, Postmann Pat. Drita full I skyggen satt, han hadde drukket
Whiski, på et kjempe-party. Og kjørte hjem fra festen I sin bil!
Lensmannsfolket kjente ruten hans, og noen ringte opp og tystet på ham.
Noen, lyder kjente de godt. Sånn som... (blæ, host, hark etc.)
For han var drita full...
(Ja det var han)
Postmann Pat, Postmann Pat. Kjørte over sin egen katt. Den stakkars
Lille pusen, ble kjæsja ned I grusen. Og blod og gørr det spruta over alt.
Ryktet over hele byen spant. Tisk og visk om postmannen, Fulle Faen.
Noen lyder kjente de godt, sånn som (blæ, host, hark etc.)
Og så ble han susspandert!
(Ja det ble han)
Postmann Pat, Postmann Pat. Hadde promille da han ble tatt.
Han kræsja, og han vælva, og kasta post I elva.
Og rølpa og han spydde I sin bil.
Postmann Pat, Postmann Pat. sur og sint, på en "illseng?" satt.
Han somer trædve dager, så sutrer han og klager.
Nå må han sykle posten flere mil.
Postmann Pat
postman Pat
Postman Pat, Postman Pat. Drita drunk In the shade sat, he had been drinking
Whiskey, at a huge party. And drove home from the party in his car!
The sheriff's people knew his route, and someone called up and hushed him up.
Some, sounds they knew well. Kind of like... (peeing, coughing, wheezing, etc.)
Because he was drunk...
(Yes he was)
Postman Pat, Postman Pat. Ran over his own cat. The poor one
Little kitty, fell down in the gravel. And blood and gore splattered everywhere.
The rumor spread all over town. Whisper and whisper about the postman, Fulle Faen.
Some sounds they knew well, such as (pee, cough, rasp, etc.)
And then he was sussed!
(Yes he was)
Postman Pat, Postman Pat. Had a blood alcohol level when he was caught.
He crashed, and he vaulted, and threw mail into the river.
And the rølpa and he spat in his car.
Postman Pat, Postman Pat. mad and angry, on a "bed of ill health?" sat.
He sleeps for thirty days, then he whines and complains.
Now he has to cycle several miles to the post office.
postman Pat