| Ev’ry day the mailman comes
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| And he gives me notes to read
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| Like notices that say, «Dear Sir,
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| «Your payment’s not received.»
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| I’m sick and tired of havin'
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| The kind of mail I do
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| All I need is my monthly check
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| And a note from you
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| The street is long and winding
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| And my door is hard to find
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| The dogs around are small and dumb
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| And their attitude’s unkind
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| Still there ain’t no reason
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| To be treated like a fool
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| All I need is my monthly check
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| And a note from you
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| But I can see no reason
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| For the things you do to me
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| When you call collect, you know I pay the charges
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| That pay the phone man’s fee
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| Still I get no letters
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| That could bring joy to me
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| And there’s no address
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| And I must confess
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| I’m blue
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| Here comes the mailman again
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| And he’s givin' out notes for free
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| Ah come on now
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| Hey, Mister Mailman, give me a look
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| Is there anything for me?
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| Still there ain’t no reason
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| To be treated like a fool
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| All I need is my monthly check
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| And a note from you
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| Still there ain’t no reason
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| To be treated like a fool
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| All I need is my monthly check
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| And a note from you
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| All I need is my monthly check
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| And a note from you |