| He’d done this run for a long time now
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| And he don’t know why and he don’t know how
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| But he’d never been late so they called him 'Dead on Time'
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| He painted the name on the bonnet in black
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| And the station kids on the mailman’s track
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| Would all look out for the dust of 'Dead On Time'
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| Would all look out for the dust of 'Dead On Time'
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| I gotta be back for the kid’s birthday
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| The mailman said as he waved hooray
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| And wheeled his truck on the long haul homeward bound
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| The wife’s gonna make him a chocolate cake
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| They made me promise that I won’t be late
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| I’ll see you again when I come next time around
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| I’ll see you again when I come next time around
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| Instrumental
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| But 'Dead On Time' ran outta luck
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| And he couldn’t believe when his good old truck
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| Ground to a halt with a burnt out bearing whine
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| Not a tree in sight and the water bag low
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| Not a hope in hell of getting her to go
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| Didn’t look too good at all for 'Dead On Time'
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| Didn’t look too good at all for 'Dead On Time'
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| A birthday party and a chocolate cake
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| Went dancin' across the dry salt lake
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| Where the mirage met with the distant timber line
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| And the silent truck threw a meagre shade
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| Over the plea for help that he made
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| Scratched in the dirt on the road by «Dead On Time'
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| He’d done this run for a long time now
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| And he don’t know why and he don’t know how
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| But he’d never been late so they called him 'Dead on Time'
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| He painted the name on the bonnet in black
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| And the station kids on the mailman’s track
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| Still look out for the dust of «Dead On Time'
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| Yeah! |