Philately

He’s got a cabinet in an old wood desk
The kind that shudders when you open the door
And in a box there’s some stamps
From Germany to Japan
The kind you can’t find in any gift store
He’s got the steadiest fist
An expert philatelist
He knows the thumbnails and where they’re all from
But while he looks at his collection
All it is is introspection
Of all the landmarks he’s never been to one
And like the shoemaker’s son
He doesn’t have what they suppose he does
And while he’s got stationary in tons
He never sends any letters to anyone
And like the shoemaker’s son
He doesn’t have what they suppose he does
And while it looks like he’s got all the money
Inside the cabinet he’s got next to none (Ow)
He met a girl who watched the local news
And thought she knew everything she could conceive
And maybe she was right about it
But he knew she liked an outfit
And she dressed up to talk to her TV