The Presidents Of The United States Of America – Some Postman lyrics

It's 6am 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 noone 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.

Its noon now and all the mail boxes have been emptyed,
And all the letters are inside.
He counts 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, yea yea!

Nineteen ninety three!
Whoo whoo whoo whoo!
Whoo whoo whoo!

Holding onto a package,
Meant for a distant lover,
Thought it would be there overnight.
She waits and, she crys 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 yea!

You! Crushed! Paper hearts!
Stole! And sold! And ripped apart!
Your promise was sent, but you never delivered to me!
Some postman you turned out to be.