Tickle Post

by Ralph McTell

Oh, my poor aching feet as I go down the road
My bag full of letters and parcels, it is a heavy load
And oh, my poor aching feet and oh, my tingling toes
As I toddle along I sing a little song, and this is the way it goes

India, China, France and Spain
Greece and Finland, Spain again
New York, Brussels, London, Rome
Chester, Leicester, Derby, home

Oh, my poor aching back, this bag is a-weighing me down
Oh, carrying all these letters and parcels through the streets of Tickle Town
But the one thing that would cheer me up is where the letters are from
When the morning's damp I look at the stamps, and sing this little song

India, China, France and Spain
Greece and Finland, Spain again
New York, Brussels, London, Rome
Chester, Leicester, Derby, home

Oh, my poor aching head when I mix the parcels up
A couple of vests for Dora and a hat for Roland Crust
And the children should have teddy bears, now everything's gone wrong 
All I can do is laugh like you, and sing this little song

India, China, France and Spain
Greece and Finland, Spain again
New York, Brussels, London, Rome
Chester, Leicester, Derby, home

Oh, my poor aching legs, I need some good warm socks
Pushing all these letters and parcels through every letter box
And when my bag is empty and my morning's work is done
That's it today, I'm glad to say, and then I sing my song

India, China, France and Spain
Greece and Finland, Spain again
New York, Brussels, London, Rome
Chester, Leicester, Derby, home