Please Mr. Boastman

Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr Boastman

Mr Boastman called the post office a joke
I have to ask, what does he smoke?
He'd rather give our billions to Boeing
Sometimes we don't know from which
Airhole he's blowing

They made them pay retirement in advance
72 billion, they couldn't finance
No other business could do that and survive
Then they hand us that privatizin' jive

Post Office dates to 1775
Thanks to the blue your medicines will arrive
Will they destroy everything we do better
Or will democracy become a dead letter

They say use DHL and Fed Ex
The private sector is better than sex
But Fed Ex prices make poor folk nervous
And even Amazon uses the postal service

So many people have no bank account
They can't afford the minimum amount
Instead letting' the post office tank
We really ought to have a postal bank

All these attacks are totally fake
It's the unions that they want to break
They want to put democracy up for sale
And to be sure they hate vote by mail

The postal service is our crown jewel
Don't let it be killed by this greedy fool
Please send the Congress,
The Congress a letter
Tell the reps that they could do better

Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-i-i-it Mr Boastman
Before we are toast, man look and see
Deliver de letter, no one does it better