Every day the mailman
comes and he gives me notes to read
Like notices would say, sir,
your payment's not received
I'm sick and tired of hav
ing the kind of mail I do
All I need is my monthly check
and a note from you
The streets are long and winding
and my door is hard to find
The dogs around are small and dumb
and their attitude's unkind
Still there ain't no reason
to be treated like a fool
All I need is my monthly check
and a note from you
But I can 't see the reas
on for the things you do to me
When you talk the left you
know I pay the charges
That pay the phone and feed
Still I get no letters,
the good things are to me
And there's no address, I must confess,
I'm blue
Here comes the mailman,
and he's givin' out notes for free
Mr.
Mailman, give me a look,
is there anything for me?
Still there ain't no reason to
be treated like a fool
All I need is my monthly check that I
know from you
Still there ain't no reason to
be treated like a fool
All I need is my monthly
check and a note from you
All I need is my monthly check
and a note from you
you