Harry the Postman, he worked in the mailroom
He did his job and did his job well
Stamping and sorting and packing and shipping
Alone in his own private hell
He never got married, heâd spent all his years
Living the post office beat
âTil one fateful day when an envelope dropped
From the bin to land at his feet
Harry, O Harry, O Harry...
So helpful
He stooped down to grab it, a letter fell out
The presidential seal at its head
Averted his eyes, but then just had to look
At the words, and hereâs what he read:
âDear Soviet Masters, I know weâll prevail
That perestroika scamâs worked out great
Saddam and Castro are still on our side
Will contact at some later date.â
Harry, O Harry, O Harry...
So noble
Harry the Postman jumped into his car
Drove straight to the C.I.A.
When he showed them the letter the bullets came flying
A gorgeous young blond pulled him safe
âIâm from the resistance,â the woman explained
âWe plan to expose the president.
Weâre counting on you to go back to the mailroom
And burn all the letters heâs sent.â
Harry, O Harry, O Harry...
So able
He did as was asked and destroyed all he found
He searched the whole mailbin until
The sound of gunfire came closer, so Harry,
His mission done, swallowed the pill
And thatâs where she found him, Ms. Eleanor Spelvin
The woman who worked the front scale
Harry, heâd been dead for quite a few hours
Near a pile of burned-up junk mail
Harry, O Harry, O Harry...
So postal
