Lyrics
Verse 1 Sweet Sally sat upon her porch, sipping ginger tea, She thought the coast was crystal clear, as safe as safe could be. No traffic on the gravel road, no shadows in the yard, Just gentle breezes blowing through and blowing down her card. Chorus Oh, he pops up by the hydrangeas, he drops in by the fence! With a little grey bag of terror and no earthly common sense! You can lock your heavy timber doors and hide beneath the floor, But the postman loves your letters and he's standing at your door! Verse 2 She tiptoed to the mailbox just to check the morning news, And laced her slippers gently on to chase away the blues. She reached inside the metal box to grab the grocery bill— And a pair of sweaty leather gloves came grabbing from the sill! Chorus Oh, he pops up by the hydrangeas, he drops in by the fence! With a little grey bag of terror and no earthly common sense! You can lock your heavy timber doors and hide beneath the floor, But the postman loves your letters and he's standing at your door! Verse 3 She bolted down the hallway with a frightened little shriek, And swore she wouldn't check the mail for well-nigh half a week. She turned around to catch her breath beside the kitchen sink, And stamped right on a package with a bright pink ribbon link! Chorus Oh, he pops up by the hydrangeas, he drops in by the fence! With a little grey bag of terror and no earthly common sense! You can lock your heavy timber doors and hide beneath the floor, But the postman loves your letters and he's standing at your door!