John brennan - The Mail Girl Song

I’m discontented
With things you’ve invented
So I want the facts to be known

Being the mail girl
Can feel like the blame girl
When certain things get overblown

Sometimes the view from your side
Can seem a bit snide—
And that’s okay . .

Since you’re outnumbered
We feel unencumbered—
So please think of it this a'way . .

Picture this, the two of us
Never causing any fuss
You would freak
And seek the reason why . .

Nobody jeering or wincing or sneering
No one appearing with emails еndearing
We’d just like it known, dеar
That you need a chaperone, dear
Here we are, the drive-in three
Celebrating infamy
Forty years of
Puzzling repartee
We will always bring you back
Lest you seem a maniac
Oh can’t you see
We love you perfectly