Ecklebob Chiselfritz
John Kasich was a mailmans son
And when his daddy would deliver he'd come along
When he gave my mama junk mail and started talkin'
That's when John would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd cross his eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise
The only one who memorized all the zip codes
Was the son of a mail man
The only boy who knew all the postal rates
Was the son of a mail man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was
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