Peeping Tom

Here's another story, I just made up About a mailman, that we'll call "Tom" He was kinda ugly, bald and fat He really wasn't the bomb Tom was nice to everyone As crazy as that sounds He'd wave and say "Hello" As he made his morning rounds "Here's your mail" we heard him say As he smiled and tipped his hat Did I mention he was kinda ugly Even bald and fat? Now here's when the story changes But everyone try to stay calm For we caught him looking in windows Yep, he was a peeping Tom He was doing so much more Than just delivering the mail He was spying on the neighbors With a video camera as well He just cried and said he was sorry As he told us he was blind I spoke up and said, " Let him go" And they thought I was being kind The crowd was turned to an angry mob As they all began to scowl Til I told them that the last thing he saw Was my mother-in-law in only a towel That poor man was punished enough That image will haunt his mind My mother-in-law wanted his number She said, "A boyfriend is hard to find" Well that's the end of my story That's all I have to tell Just always remember to pull your shades When your mailman delivers your mail