Some Postman — Presidents Of The United States Of America

It's six A M and the sun is getting high He picks up the mail from the slot He feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand Another love note no one got

Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some postman is gonna cry Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some Postman is gonna cry

Gonna Cry! Gonna Cry!

Yeah...whoo!

It's noon now and all the mailboxes have been emptied And all the letters are inside He counts them, he checks them, he looks for clues and finds The ones with hearts on the outside

Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some postman is gonna cry Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some postman is gonna cry

Gonna cry! Gonna cry! Gonna cry...yeah yeaaaaaah...ha! Ha ha ha!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Holding onto a package, meant for a distant lover Thought it would be there overnight She waits and, she cries and she thinks he does not love her The postman holds on oh so tight

Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some postman is gonna cry Some postman is grooving To all our love letters Some postman is gonna cry

Gonna cry, yeah!

You (you) crushed (crushed) paper hearts Stole (sold) and sold (stole) and ripped apart You promised with stamps but you never delivered to me Some postman you turned out to be