Ev’ry day the mailman comes And he gives me notes to read Like notices that say, “Dear Sir, “Your payment’s not received.” I’m sick and tired of havin’ The kind of mail I do All I need is my monthly check And a note from you
The street is 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 see no reason For the things you do to me When you call collect, you know I pay the charges That pay the phone man’s fee Still I get no letters That could bring joy to me And there’s no address And I must confess I’m blue
Here comes the mailman again And he’s givin’ out notes for free Ah come on now Hey, Mister 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 And a note 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