 Written by: Chris Ballew and the 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!
(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 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
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