Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
just give me something I can stand,
Mr. Mailman...
(I give up,
coming around,
always pulling me down,
I give up,
I hope you're gone,
when I'll be coming down...)
Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
I give up,
you ain't no man Mr. Mailman... ha...
All hooked up to me,
I don't understand,
the paper in the way?
Give me some drugs...
Doesn't make a sound,
paper in the hand,
I don't understand,
give me some drugs,
give me some drugs...
Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
just give me something I can stand,
Mr. Mailman...
(I give up,
coming around,
always pulling me down,
I give up,
I hope you're gone,
when I'll be coming down...)
Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
I give up,
you ain't no man Mr. Mailman... (Give up...)
Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
just give me something I can stand,
Mr. Mailman...
(I give up,
coming around,
always pulling me down,
I give up,
I hope you're gone,
when I'll be coming down...)
Mr. Mailman, not a fan, Mr. Mailman,
you ain't no man Mr. Mailman... ha...
(You never come around,
you never come around,
you never come around, Mr. Mailman...)
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