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

Some postman you turned out to be




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