'Twas early in December, in '07, I think Heave away, haul away That Chantyranger's prezzie got dropped in the drink And I'm bound fer Cali-for-nye-ay! Got stomped in the middle, got flattened by a truck Heave away, haul away Got chased by a raccoon, got nibbled by a duck And I'm bound fer Cali-for-nye-ay! Now, what did it do to deserve such a fate? Heave away, haul away Just the old Postal Service trying not to be late! And I'm bound fer Cali-for-nye-ay!
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