So much I wail that I just don’t like getting mail
Don’t like walkin’ to mailbox in the hail
And all I can do is trash all this junk mail, ewwww
This waste of trees ain’t cool, in the trash pail, the trash pail

I just want someone to get my mail
‘Cause I’m not often there no more
You know I must make a trip for that today
So get my mail and I’ll have it made

And I don’t understand why it’s not there today
And I start to just wail that there’s no mail
And all I can do is sleep by the pool for a while
And do a walk for 3 miles, finish by the trash pile, trash pile,
trash pile, trash pile

All I can say is that my mailbox is quite plain
But it’s like all of the rest
Getting mail’s so inane
It’s my bane; bills are pains

I just want someone to tell me now
What time will the mail be today?
You know I might moon my neighbors on the way
Gym trash can overflows with my mail

Oh it has my mail, and I start to wail, oh yeah yeah
You know I really shouldn’t, really shouldn’t have to wail, no
When I just get no mail