Presidents Of The United States Of America - Some Postman Lyrics
It's six A M and the sun is getting highHe picks up the mail from the slotHe feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his handAnother love note no one gotSome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome Postman is gonna cryGonna Cry!Gonna Cry!Yeah...whoo!It's noon now and all the mailboxes have been emptiedAnd all the letters are insideHe counts them, he checks them, he looks for clues and findsThe ones with hearts on the outsideSome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome postman is gonna cryGonna cry!Gonna cry!Gonna cry...yeah yeaaaaaah...ha! Ha ha ha!(Bow...bow...bow...bow...ba ba ba, ba ba ba nine-teen nine-ty three-eee!)Hoo hoo hoo hoo! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!Holding onto a package, meant for a distant loverThought it would be there overnightShe waits and, she cries and she thinks he does not love herThe postman holds on oh so tightSome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is groovingTo all our love lettersSome postman is gonna cryGonna cry, yeah!You (you) crushed (crushed) paper heartsStole (sold) and sold (stole) and ripped apartYou promised with stamps but you never delivered to meSome postman you turned out to be
