Jobsworth
I am a Postman and I haven't any arms
I get by with improvisation and bullied schoolboy charms
I whistle inane tunes, I walk around, I hold my head up high
I refuse to buckle under I'll work until I die
Jobsworth! If a jobs worth doing it's...
Jobsworth! worth doing
Jobsworth! Mission planet earth
Some say since my accident I should just take it easy
But I want to get out there and show those kids who bait and tease me
Being the postie without any arms just gives me a reason, I really have no qualms
When I get down I'm quick to act I must cheer myself up
I close the door and from a straw drink from my favourite cup
Some say that I'm robotic your typical jobsworth
But if couldn't get up and go to work I'd rather have died at birth
If a jobs worth doing it's worth doing
Jobsworth! If a jobs worth doing it's....
Jobsworth! whistle while you work
Jobsworth! Mission planet earth
When I get down I just stop and laugh to myself
It's impossible for me to reach for the pills and whiskey from the shelf
I am a Postman and I haven't any arms
I get by with improvisation and bullied schoolboy charms
I whistle inane tunes as I walk around, I hold my head up high
I refuse to buckle under I'll work till I die
I'm so lucky I'm alive I don't know who to thank
Even though I can't drive and I can't smoke, I can't even have a
MtM 1995