Postal Jeep Punk Rock - Song About Delivering Mail

Lyrics

Well, I punch in at dawn, route all mapped out
Through the rain or shine, I'm never stuck in doubt
(the mail never stops!)
Spinning my way through these concrete veins
Dodgin' potholes and folks who don't use their brains
You should see me on the freeway, oh you bet
Driving with the mailbags piled high, no regrets
(A postal king!)
If you cut me off again, I'll honk and shout
From my right-hand seat, I'll flag you down, no doubt!
Why, why's my wheel on the right?
([Chorus])
Eight hours a day, I'm dodging all the tricks
Stuck on the right side, steering with a twist
Can't see a thing when everyone's mad
Postal Jeep blues, yeah, it ain't half bad!
Honkin' louder than a punk band's roar
With packages stacked high, I weave through the fray
Under red lights blinking, postal warrior way
(Speedin' on through!)
From the suburbs to the city’s grimy heart
Deliverin' letters and broken hearts, never part
You won't find me stopping for coffee or chat
Cause my route don't permit me those luxuries stat
(Postal life's a trip!)
The dogs may bark, but they ain't got my tail
With my left hand high, I grab the wheel and sail
I'll outrun your Prius, and your fancy SUV
In my rumbly postal Jeep, feeling wild and free
[Verse 2]
Got my misfit playlist blasting loud and clear
Gritty tunes from '77, ringing in my ears
(Pushing punk rock vibes!)
Uniform's dirty, but I wear it with pride
In my beaten-up Jeep, it's a wild ride
Zigzag through the traffic, gonna make your head spin

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